It was Mother’s Day today.
It was the first ever time I celebrated the occasion from the receiving end, the first time I was ever toasted to. The first time I wished my own Mother a ‘Happy Mother’s Day’ and got wished the same in return.
It’s only been a week and some since Naomi was born. Her estimated due date was actually meant to be this very day but she decided to make her grand entrance early.
Motherhood has been an incredible journey so far. It’s true what they say about your instinct kicking in. Suddenly you know how a baby is meant to be carried, no matter how fragile looking, and you devote your time to essentially being a cow. But it feels as natural as opening your eyes when you wake and you operate on auto-pilot without complaint.
I was standing in front of a buffet spread this afternoon and the only thoughts going through my head were, ‘What is going to be good for my milk production?’, and not ‘What do I want to eat?’ When I got home, I asked Satinah to prepare some liver or kidney for dinner so I’d have more Iron in my diet to replace the blood I’d lost for the day – even though I absolutely abhor eating both. It’s not about me anymore.
But I’m loving my little angel.
To all the mums out there; who traded sleep for dark circles, new haircuts for a ponytail, long showers for quick ones, late nights for early mornings, designer bags for nappy bags, and wouldn’t change a thing.
Happy Mother’s Day!