I saw this post over on the lovely Alex's wonderful blog Bump to Baby and I took inspiration from her post to write my own. I am sharing what sort of Mumma (this is what my son calls me) I am so that I can look back in the years to come, when I need reminding through the tough times, about how I tried my best to be the best Mumma I could be to my boy.
I am the Mumma who spends all her money buying her son clothes, toys and whatever else he may need. I would rather go without to see him happy and everything he may possibly want or need.
I am the Mumma who feels bad that she doesn't know many other mothers with little ones my boys age and that he doesn't get to play with other little ones as much as I know he'd like to.
I am the Mumma who is constantly worrying about her son, nothing makes me more anxious then the thought of anything bad ever happening to him.
I am the Mumma who misses her son the minute he's gone to bed. I go up to check on him multiple times once he's gone to sleep just to look at him and stroke his beautiful hair.
I am the Mumma who tells her son she loves him countless times throughout the day. I would never want him to feel awkward by the words 'I love you' and I would never want to him to not feel that he couldn't say these words back to me.
I am the Mumma is who is too lenient with her son. I know he needs discipline but sometimes it can be hard. I am against slapping and hitting of any kind towards him and I always feel sorry for him if I put him in a time out - I'm under his thumb!
I am the Mumma who tries to make any holiday or occasion as special as it can be for my boy. I feel every holiday needs some sort of recognition and we celebrate them all in our house.
I am the Mumma who doesn't want to cut her sons hair, ever. I've thought about it a few times due to it getting knotty and sometimes being a struggle to wash because of his squirming but I can't bare to cut those beautiful, golden curls.
I am the Mumma who never stops taking pictures of her son.
I am the Mumma who suffered from post natal depression and cried endlessly once my partner left for work. Thankfully I got through it and I'm so grateful that I did.
I am the Mumma who truly believes that her son picked her to be his mother. I cannot tell you all that my boy has taught me since his birth. He is my blessing, my little love and my angel.
I am the Mumma who has countless nicknames for her son. It began with Tyler Lee Lee Lally Lou Lou - not even joking, now he gets called pup, puppy, scallywageen, Lee, babóg, lovey dove, angel man, little loveen and baby angel regularly throughout the day.
I am the Mumma who will do anything she possibly can to protect her son.
I am the Mumma who will do anything to make her son happy, even if it means going out of my own comfort zone - I am so socially awkward and he's a social butterfly!
I am the Mumma who hates the competition between other mothers and really doesn't want to get involved. We all love our children so what is the problem?
I am the Mumma who always knew her first born would be a boy with deep blue eyes and blonde curly hair. I dreamt about him years before he was born.
I am the Mumma who always wanted to be a Mumma and am so incredibly grateful that my wish came true.
Feel free to join in and share what kind of mother you are too.