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He sees you too…
Several years ago my husband took a photo of me, passed out in bed, mouth open, with my tiny first born clamped firmly to my breast. I hated the photo then, but now she is a
There are so many moments, like that one, that I feel get over looked. As a mother you do so much for your family, it is easy to sometimes feel undervalued, as though you are being taken for granted. Of course you would do ANYTHING for your children, but, no matter how much you love them, sometimes they can’t help but be a little… selfish. Of course they don’t set out to hurt
Well, at least, that was up until a point, a point where my husband sent me a
Thank you, thank you for working so hard. Thank you for being there for our children despite the fact you are hurting inside, while I was at work and couldn’t be there for
I see what you do for our family. I see the meal waiting on the kitchen counter for me every night when I return home, I see the food you have lovingly prepared, even when times are hard, you always manage somehow.
I see the bags under your eyes, they were never there before kids. I see you climb out of bed wearily to fetch one water and give another a cuddle, no matter the hour, you may not notice. But I see you.
I saw you the day you became a mother, how strong you were in labour. Stubborn and brave to even contemplate a home birth. You
I see you, over analysing your body post babies. The body that carried our children is more beautiful now than ever before.
I see you when we are ill, taking temperatures, mopping up sick, staying up all night despite the fact you feel rough too. I see that.
I see you playing games with the kids, the games which are not your favourite, but you play to make them
I see the bedtime stories you read. That Barbie book you loathe, every night for a week, still you don’t complain (at least not too much!)
I see the bedtime battle, wrestling small infants into their pyjamas, them stringing it out as long as possible, only to announce they need the toilet as soon as you think they are asleep.
I watched you breastfeeding, multiple times a night despite the deprivation, through mastitis, through engorgement, through the biting, not because you enjoyed it,
I have watched you co-sleep, rocking our children through the night, sitting for two hours in a cramped cot until they doze off.
I watch you sit down every evening after the girls are in bed to work. Even when they have exhausted you you turn on that laptop and get your head down, so dead set on reaching your dreams.
Thank you for being there for us. I know when things get tough you feel it all gets on top of you, but don’t think for a second we take you for granted, we never could. You are the
He said these things just once and that was enough, enough to know my efforts are appreciated. While I don’t think we need a photo for every single thing we do as a parent, sometimes we do need words. Even if they are only spoken the once. This message proves that the work you do as a mum DOES get seen, you ARE appreciated, but it is simply not always voiced. So can I ask- if you are not taking the