You know those people that always knew exactly what they wanted to do with their life, in what order, and when. They knew they were meant to be a nurse, doctor, police man, soldier or teacher. They knew their calling from the days of dress up, or when they picked their GCSEs. They had a plan and a life’s calling. They knew if and when they would want a family.
I don’t really think I ever had that. I knew I wanted to be successful. And from a young age wanted to travel, and from my early teens I wanted to write. And in the back of all that, I knew I wanted a family. But I never really knew the order, and I never really worked out which I wanted more…. until recently.
Motherhood. It changes a person. It readjusts your priorities. Whether you want it to or not.
For me, it’s the silent calling that I would be the person I am. I truly believe I was made to be a mother.
I knew I would change, but I feel more like me than I ever have done previously.
Everything about my life is built around my family and I wouldn’t change it for the world. Even this blog wouldn’t be the same without my being a mother, and the future for this blog is entirely built around this job and the wonderful life that goes with it.
Nothing brings me more joy than seeing my boy happy. Whether that’s with me, his dad, his Grandparents, Godparents or friends.
I’ve never been an outdoors person, but since becoming a mother, I’d happily be outdoors all the time – hence our rather large garden renovation. I want the perfect outside space, safe and fun for Henry.
I want to show him the world, and travel, teach him and our future children about the world and the people of this planet, and it’s history.
Everything I dream about involves my family and being a mother. I’d give up pretty much everything, to be a mother and have my family by my side.
I feel more patient. I feel kinder. I feel more rounded (and not just in the literal soft tummy sense). I feel more comfortable in who I am and my beliefs. I even somewhat feel more comfortable in my own skin, and my bodies abilities. I feel like I have my own sense of style which I’m finally happy with. I’m the happiest I’ve been in my life. I feel like every step I took to get here, the good, the bad and down right horrible, was worth it to feel like me.
I finally feel whole. Like this is what I was meant to be all along.
It might not be for everyone, but it’s certainly for me.
I may be more than just a mum, but being a mum made me who I am.