After celebrating Mother’s Day last Sunday, I found myself thinking about being a Mum.
I didn’t always want to be a mum. When I was 18 I wanted to be a successful musician and thought I would not have time for kids.
Now at age 46, I feel that having kids was one of the best decisions I ever made.
Being a mum hasn’t been easy. In fact, I was told I couldn’t have kids. Five miscarriages later and a course of fertility treatment meant that I could finally realize my dream.
While others bloomed during pregnancy, I drove around with a bucket courtesy of the ongoing sickness. I put on waaaaay too much weight and was always waiting for the glorious moment when breast feeding bonded me with my kids.
I always seemed to go against the grain. My kids were bottle fed, at the surprise of the “nursing mothers” nurse in the hospital.
I worked, and I have to admit I enjoyed working. My kids went to daycare and thrived.
I followed my passion and dream to go back to my music. This often gained lots of criticism from well-meaning friends who thought my kids were missing out because they spent time with their grandmother on the weekends.
For me, being a mum has been life changing. I know that I am a better person for it. Hayley and Jamie teach me so much about myself and how to look at the world through different eyes. Their compassion and love for others always makes my cry with joy. I am proud of them beyond words.
For all my crazy parenting ways and lack of mainstream, these 2 kids are independent and flourishing.
So for me, Mother’s Day is an occasion to thank my kids for giving me the opportunity to be their mum and to watch them grow into the divine human beings they are.