Sometimes being a parent is the most wonderfully rewarding job in the world. Yesterday Zephie told me that the best thing about me, his mumma, was my warm cuddles. Naturally, my heart swelled to capacity upon hearing such sweetness and today, I made sure my cuddles were extra long, extra tight and extra warm.
I've been getting a glimpse of the future when looking that these strapping kids of ours. They are maturing right before my very eyes - their questions are considered and rational (well Zeph's are) and their patience is growing.
The past six months have been a complete haze of sleepless nights, leaky breasts and irrational behaviours (from me) but as the fog begins to clear I'm gaining a renewed appreciation for my children. While I've been consumed with the business of newborn Elke, Zeph and Pip have been getting on with the business of growing up.
All of a sudden they are bigger and older and wiser and cuter and SO appreciative of me, their mother. While I've been busy, they've been waiting patiently with warm, sticky palms and dirt on their cheeks.
And now that I'm looking up rather than shuffling around with my brow to the pavement, I can see them face to face, looking me right in the eyeballs and saying 'hey mum, it's all good'.
And you know what, it really is.
So tomorrow when they pull at my hand and ask me to be an aeroplane, I'll putter along with them. When they pass me a chunk of play dough pizza i'll eat it with delight and when they ask me to put a dash of honey in their cup of milk, I'll oblige.
Gosh it feels good to know that life will be normal again.