As parents we love our children unconditionally and the love is always there. Most of the time I don’t even have to think about it, I just know it exists, if you know what I mean. But there are days when I could just burst with love. Days when the extent of my love for my girls washes over me like a tidal wave. I feel almost overwhelmed by it. Today was one of those days.
From the moment our baby squeaked in her cot and then stood up and babbled at me, that was it, I was a softee pushover, I just bubbled with deep profound love. Our toddler got up shouting mummy come and get me, I’m all waked up and my day was just complete.
I know that sounds incredibly mushy and possibly a bit vomit inducing, but it’s the truth, don’t you ever get days like that? Days when you really do just boil over with love, the frustrations, the housework, the laundry, even the naughtiness and destructiveness, the fighting and tantrums don’t bother you at all. All of it just pales into insignificance, because love steps in and makes you close your eyes to all the minor irritations.
We spent the entire day with a messy house, full of silliness and laughter and it was brilliant. I managed to do a load of laundry and cook dinner, but outside of that we just played all day. The weather was gorgeous, so we rolled around the garden, picked flowers and built sand castles. We had lunch on a picnic blanket and we all ended up covered in juice and food as baby sister crawled through it all-devouring or squashing everything in sight, but it was pure, innocent fun and we all loved it. Today, for me, was what being a mummy is truly about. It’s about carefree happy love, it’s about being able to forget the stresses of life, forgetting about having a tidy house – just in case someone calls. It’s all about being able to enjoy every single moment of that day with my children. An entire day spent indulging my daughters with my complete time and attention, has been an awesome day.
After lunch we took baskets into our little orchard to see if we had any ripe Raspberries or Blackcurrants. It’s been an atrocious summer so far and I wasn’t expecting much of a crop this year. However, we were pleasantly surprised by the amount of ripe bursting fruit. We set to work picking the red ones, well in fairness the baby just watched from a blanket and was frankly more interested in what the chickens were doing.
We were busy working away picking and I could hear our toddler talking to herself saying twist and pull as she picked the berries. A few weeks ago she had watched Special Agent Oso and he was helping a little girl pick strawberries and they were saying twist and pull to get the fruit off. I chuckled listening to our daughter repeat this phrase over and over as she picked. I was also a bit impressed that at 27 months old, she had remembered this and was applying the twist and pull theory to her fruit picking.
She ended up with quite a full basket of berries, which she and her little sister then decided to devour. They were on those berries like a swat team and I just let them. They were wolfing them down. I dread to think what the nappies will be like later, but I reckoned fresh homegrown, totally organic raspberries are a much better binge option than chocolate buttons or jelly tots!
So that is how daddy found us when he got home from work, covered in squashed raspberries with red stained hands and clothes. So he joined us and together the 4 of us had dinner outside and got even messier, then to end the day perfectly as I got them ready for the bath our wee baby girl took her first completely solo steps. She let go of the chair and took 3 steps towards me. So I guess that makes me a mother of 2 toddlers now!