There is always something to be thankful for

I’ve had a run of early mornings with Nerys recently.  I’m not sure what the reason behind it is, but she’s decided that 5.30 is a great time to get up for the day.  I’m hopeful that it’s just a phase, because Rhys did the same thing when he was younger.

Knowing that it probably won’t last forever doesn’t really help at the time though, and I’ve been finding myself feeling really cranky about it, annoyed that this little person is dragging me out of my comfy bed way before I would choose to be up.  I’m especially annoyed if she wakes me up mid-dream because it leaves me feeling so spaced out all morning.

When my day starts with those feelings, they tend to lead to more bad feelings.  I like to feel in control and quickly feel irritated that I’m not in control of something so basic as the time of day that I wake up.  I want to have a few minutes peace to make a coffee first thing, but find I have to deal with various demands for  milk and entertainment before I can get my caffeine fix.

I hear myself some mornings when I’m tired, snapping at the children to just be patient, to just wait a minute, and I really don’t like what I hear.  That’s when I take a step back and bring it all back into focus.  I remind myself how lucky I am, and how fleeting these early years really are, how it won’t be long before I’m not needed so much and that I’ll probably miss these days then.  I remember how much I really have to be thankful for.

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There are people out there who would give almost anything to be in my shoes.

To be woken by a child calling for Mummy, and for that word to mean them.  To be tired because they were needed in the night and again in the early morning for cuddles and comfort.  To not even be able to go to the toilet alone because there was a child that loved and needed them so much they didn’t want to leave their side.

I so desperately wanted my children and  I am so, so thankful that I have them.  I remember when I was struggling in the first week at home after having my son, the thing that helped put it in perspective was thinking how lucky I was that I got to bring him home.

Parenting is damn hard work.  I have my moments of utter frustration with being a Mother, when I just want a moment to myself.  My children can leave me exhausted and drained of all I have to give.  But ultimately, when all is said and done, I am thankful.  I am thankful for 5.30 wake up calls.  I am thankful for disturbed nights.  I am thankful for the hundreds of times I hear ‘Mummy’ every day.

Because it means I am one of the lucky ones.

Cuddle Fairy
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