To the Mum…
Who notices her concealer isn’t rubbed in AFTER the school run has been done…
Who doesn’t quite understand why the children love Mister Tumble so much…
Who always crawls into bed last after the day despairing at the mess that remains despite all the cleaning done…
Who realises in the car at the swimming pool that only one eye has had a lashing of liquid eye liner…
Whose heart drops a little when the children ask her when is she going back to work…
Who eats lunch standing up and wonders why she isn’t as thin as a supermodel at this stage…
Who worries. Constantly….
Who knows she shouts too much but makes a massive effort not to…
Who is ALWAYS late…
Who wants to spend hours tracing every line on her newborns innocent face but is interrupted with a request for a snack or to wipe bottom…
Who sighs when she catches a rare glimpse in the mirror of the tummy that isn’t quite the same after her babies …
Who wishes her clothes could be a little tighter…
Who should probably put down the biscuit she’s absentmindedly eating while browsing the Zara app and dreaming about the tighter clothes…
Who wishes that at least one shower a week was without a curious two year old wondering why Mummy’s bum bum looks different to hers…
Whose heart could burst when she looks over her little ones asleep in their beds…
Who wishes she didn’t say hurry up as much as she does…
Who relishes the clutch of a small hand in hers…
Who back is constantly sore from holding small people incorrectly…
Who constantly says they’ll get physio or go to Pilates for said sore back but hasn’t found the time to even look someone up yet…
To that Mum, yes you in the mirror, you’re doing ok!
Love it! Reminds me of a recent post I wrote. Such an important message to send. This gig is hard and we are all flipping amazing! 🙂
Cheers for this!!! Us moms tend to be so hard on ourselves when really we should be recognising how amazing we are every damn day!!
Thank you, you are doing a great job too.
Love it Eimear! 🙂 As I sit here in CUMH and patiently countdown the days and weeks to number 3 thinking about the carnage that was left behind in the struggle to get out this morning. I exhale – we are doing ok!
Love this blog Eimear! Lol! It’s a long day with exhausting hours being a mummy but we wouldn’t want it any other way! Take a little ‘U’ time soon to get back sorted! xx
Love this post, so spot on. My lot are grown now but I remember these days all too well (and I miss them now, wish I could step back for a day or two).