With best laid plans and great intentions today hasn’t gone as planned. Tiggy’s brother William became unwell overnight, high temperature, a little poorly and so we won’t be going for a family walk this morning or out for a family lunch to celebrate Mother’s Day. And that’s ok as I have always said that these days are contrived and that each day a little love and appreciation wouldn’t go amiss, hmmmm hopeful from a tribe of little ones. But today has been perfect.
Amongst the yelling and the shouting, play fighting and general chaos that having three small boys in the house brings together with Tiggy who at just 8 months old demands a lot of attention (which we all love giving her), I had a “moment”. One of those moments when after feeling as if I’d spent the morning as a referee to Tiggy’s big brothers and Tiggy went out with her Daddy to pick up a few things from the supermarket, whilst the house was relatively quiet for a moment and whilst I’d just finished shouting and sounding like the Dad, played by Billy Connolly (I know you can hear his accent and voice in your head) from the Disney film Brave, that moment of realisation that this was us. The crazy chaos of a busy family household, the ups and the downs, the highs and the lows, the good days and the incredibly tough days (yes it’s not all Instagram picture perfect), just “us”.
Being their mum is my everything, they are my world. A little clichéd I know, but they are the career I’ve given up to stay at home to be with them, to make sure they get to school on time, to take them to afterschool sporting activities, to take Tiggy to swim classes and music ones too. They’re what I eat, sleep and breathe. My world. And so today in this moment what I take from it is that I wouldn’t have this any other way. Our imperfectly perfect chaos is mine. I hope what they will one day take from their childhood and upbringing is that it’s not about the material things but about the memories, the happy memories that we as a family make together and if that happens then I know I’ll have done my job of being their mum just right.
The best quote from today (so far at least) was upon asking Tiggy’s brothers to help clean up their playroom as it was Mother’s Day and that they should help mummy, and her eldest brother Fin replying “this Mother’s Day thing sucks”, the little monkey, but it’s these memories I’ll treasure together with the homemade cards Tiggy’s brothers made for me at school, the little candle holder made from a jam jar and decorated with his whole heart poured into it from Tiggy’s brother Reuben (move over Jo Malone), the little things that cost nothing yet mean so much. Happy Mother’s Day xoxo