It’s almost blasphemous for me to choose anything else for M. M is for my mommy and I am totally going to cheat on this blog! I wrote this many many moons ago about my mommy and is still as relevant today as it was then. My thoughts or feelings haven’t changed.
Did I still say that this holds true. Yup believe it while it was written 6 years ago, I am still 28.
The only thing that has changed since is that I have someone who now calls me mamma. Sometimes more often that I would like 😉
Having a baby has proved to me once again why I need my mommy around – the way my mom looked after me when my kid was born was well… What only a mother can do.
My only advice to all going to be moms is – however awesome your mil is, go to your mommy when you have a baby.
The one person in the world who was as bothered about me as she was about the baby.
The person who walked with my kid for 2-3 hours as he screamed during his colicky stage.
The person who stayed up with him the night he was born as I slept almost comatose after a long long 17 hour labour.
The person who took over from “‘munde tai” his personal masseuse when he was born and gave him extra special baths and massages – he still gets them when she is here.
The only one who told a starving nursing mother to let the baby cry and finish my food.
The person who gives me confidence that I am raising my kid ok.
And most importantly the person who told me not to feel guilt and to prioritise me too.
The best compliment I get is when she thinks I am a good mom. Because while other kids my age are now looking after their parents – I am still being looked after.
And knowing her (and knowing me) that’s not going to change when I am 60 either