It’s February already, the month that sees both my little ones turn a year older. I can’t help but reflect on motherhood at this time of year and on the way it’s shaped and blessed me in ways I didn’t know possible before. I think of how time plays tricks on us mothers, sneaking up on us just when we’re getting comfortable.
I’m not very good at the passing of time when it comes to my children. Earlier this evening I was a hot, weeping mess as I kissed my one year old goodnight for the last time. This one feels like the biggest birthday yet – I know only too well from experience the shift that will happen over the next 12 months and, by her next birthday she’ll be all girl; long and lean and defiant. Let them be little for as long as possible I say, oh please, if only we could stay this way a while longer.
In true midwinter style we’ve been enjoying a slow pace at home. We even made our own pasta – who knew it could be so simple and yield the most delicious reward – dried pasta will never be consumed with the same gumption in this house again ;-(
I’ve been soaking up the last days of my birdie as a one year old. We’ve cuddled so many cuddles this last week, sang so many songs together and giggled so many giggles in each others arms. How in love with her I am and how lucky I feel to be enjoying this sweet carefree time in her life. She is our ray of sunshine. I can’t wait to see her little face light up tomorrow when we light a candle over breakfast and tell her “today is your day little bird, happy birthday”.
Motherhood – such a bittersweet one. xoxo