1. I still think of myself as a new mum. After all, I’m less than two years into the job and I’m learning new things every day. If this were a paid, fully trained, 9-to-5 job I’d barely be out of my probationary period. I’d be working with my line manager on a Development Plan that would help me become more confident in my mothering skills and ultimately move higher up the ranks. You know, to Mummy Manager. But it wouldn’t happen overnight and I’d certainly sit through a few training courses beforehand. As it happens, this job doesn’t come with its own HR department to help you transition your way from ‘newbie mummy’ to ‘fully experienced and capable Mother of Two’. It’s no wonder I feel a bit out of my depth some of the time.
2. Being a mother is the hardest thing I have ever had to do. That’s not saying much, considering I’ve never flown an airplane or performed major heart surgery or delivered a baby or fought in a war. In fact, my toughest job before this was picking mushrooms in my neighbour’s mushroom house when I was fifteen. Or maybe as a student making egg mayonnaise sandwiches while severely hung over when I worked in a café at the back of Trinity College. But in my limited experience, nothing beats the emotional and physical roller-coaster of (mostly) highs and (the odd) low of being a Mother and being completely and utterly responsible for the most precious people on earth.
3. I never appreciated what my mummy did for us when we were younger. I’ve only realised recently that she didn’t get a proper night’s sleep for the guts of twenty years. She was always up in the night at least once or twice checking on us, even when we were far too old to be checked on.
4. Maggie was unwell a few weeks ago and all she wanted was her mummy. It made me feel like the most important person in the world, and also made me feel the most vulnerable. I realised I would do anything to stop my baby being sick and would wish it on me ten times over instead. It’s a feeling that never leaves you.
(Oh, and I still whimper for my mummy when I’m really sick).
5. A few of my good friends lost their mummies recently and I could cry for them on a day like today. Even though I would lay down my life for my girls without a second’s hesitation, I hope I have lots more years to see my baby girls grow up and accomplish their dreams. But if we believe that Mummies are angels on earth, then they most definitely are our guardian angels when in Heaven.
6. I used to think that Mother’s Day was commercial exploitation created by Hallmark to sell more greetings cards. (It’s not, but Grandparent’s Day definitely is!) In fact the Mother’s Day we celebrate today is a combination of Mothering Sunday – a Christian holiday celebrated throughout Europe since the sixteenth century, and Mother’s Day – first celebrated in America in 1908 by Anna Jarvis who began a campaign to make “Mother’s Day” a recognised holiday in the US. I’m glad it has a legitimate history – it’s right to remember and celebrate mummies everywhere.
7. Being a mummy of two doesn’t mean that you divide your love in half. In fact, if it is possible I love my girls even more than ever. It is just wonderful to watch Maggie being such an adoring and caring big sister to Elsie. And Elsie is a 3-week bundle of joy and gorgeousness.
8. It is much easier to be a good Mummy when you are married to a good Daddy. I love the relationship John has with the girls – it’s a joy to behold.
Happy Mother’s Day to all you ummy, yummy mummies out there.