Yesterday my husband and I, attending an information evening at our eldest daughters school. It was about her moving up to the next year group. She is currently in Reception and moves up to Year One in September. Year One. How has that happened?
I remember holding her for the first time like it was yesterday. That moment was so life changing. Time really does seem to have flown since then.
Our second daughter came along a couple of years later, and she’s now two and a half. They are growing up far too quickly for my liking. I miss cradling them, and having them snoozing on me after a feed. I miss the quiet serenity and sense of peace a sleeping baby brings to a household.
When my firstborn was tiny, and cried, I remember the frustration I felt at times, wishing she could just communicate to me what she needed. It broke my heart to see her so upset, to try everything I could to make it better and still have no joy. Now, there are days where I can’t wait till the girls are asleep, so I can FINALLY have some quiet time. I have got two very lively, chatty, happy girls, who love to talk, play, sing and laugh all day-and I mostly love it!
Leya, my eldest, will be five in a few weeks, and I’ve been busy planning her birthday party. She gets so excited about her birthday-and rightly so! This year she’s having a unicorn party. I cant wait to share a post about it with you.
I am sure that just like these first few years have flown by, in the blink of an eye they’ll be older, doing their own thing, their dependency on me diminishing over time. However, I do know that the bond, and their need for me will remain, because I see it with my mum and me, and my mum and hers. My mum is always on hand to help me with the girls and I don’t know what I would do without her. I hope I can do the same one day for my girls.
The one thing I’m absolutely certain of is that I intend to make the most of every experience, all the ups and downs of parenting. I want to laugh with them through the good times, and offer comfort and support through the difficult ones.
Having children has given me such joy-but it’s not always a bed of roses, and the road to happiness isn’t always easy.
Come back tomorrow, I’m going to share my experience of the common, and often overlooked condition that is Postnatal Depression.