Looks like you're in the UK. Did you know The Strategist is too? When I was 11 years old, I woke up from minor abdominal surgery and noticed spidery purple lines running up my hip. I could find some sympathy for my more ridiculous missteps.
After I found out I was pregnant, it didn't take long before I began reading, researching, and preparing myself physically, intellectually, and emotionally for this seemingly far-off notion called parenthood. But it wasn't until I became a mother to Lila Sky nine months ago that I realized just how much is left out of those books: about being pregnant, what actually happens at the hospital, and the epic highs and sometimes lows that accompany that six pound, eight ounce little human. Would I have believed it if someone else told me I would be inconsolable on my first day back to work? Probably not.
There is nothing more fulfilling than knowing that by simply living lives that are intentional and authentic, my husband and I are, in many ways, teaching our children valuable lessons in love, empowerment, compassion, and humanity. I love singing silly songs and tickling my daughter's tummy when I'm changing her diaper. You don't get too many opportunities to share eye contact and get in close during the day, especially with a whirling toddler, so if you can distract them, and make it a happy time, then diaper changing is your chance. I couldn't imagine going through life without feeling that spectrum of emotion.
Being a mom means more than having given birth to a child. It's loving and knowing a soul before you even see it. It's carrying and caring for a life completely dependant on you for survival. It's giving air to the lungs that grew within you, and sight to the eyes that will never see you as anything but mommy. It's sleepless nights, its nursing scratches and scrapes, it's being stern and protective.