Oh what a serendipitous find on the eve of Mothers' Day! I have been hunting for a toy cot for my little poppet for quite some time now and when and where I least expected to find one...I did. Such a tiny little bed evoked hazy memories of those first few nights home with our little bit of magic. She slept so wonderfully right from the start and my most treasured activity in the blur that was her first few months was to swaddle my dark haired angel in a muslin wrap and lie her down in her vast cot like a peaceful cocoon.
To a brand new Mumma, such small triumphs like a perfect swaddle, a breast feed without having to remove all of my top half clothes, having a nappy at the ready to catch that scary, squirty pooh (yes....we learnt the hard way!!) were little deposits into my motherhood bank of confidence. There were also many withdrawals such as cutting her precious little skin with the clippers when I first cut her nails (pause in typing while I beat myself about the head for the umpteeth time!) , running out of t-shirts as all the others were covered in either vomit or pooh and wearing just a maternity bra all day, scary veiny boobs...ok I'll stop, I'm scaring you now!
But oh the joy!! How can one little squirmy bundle evoke feelings so new, raw and utterly overwhelming? How can the smell of skin be so intoxicating? How can you love someone so much that it hurts? I'm not for a second saying it's an easy job nor one to take on lightly but if you choose or have chosen this profession be content in the knowledge that there is NO other job so well paid! For me, I have found my calling!
Happy Mothers' Day all you gorgeous Mummas out there. May your tomorrow be filled with empty washing and ironing baskets, clean floors and sinks....and an abundance of heart fluttering, sigh inducing cuddles!For more lovely thrifty finds please pop over to Sophie's delectable blog.