Yesterday it was 39th birthday and - you know - I really didn't mind. Not that I should mind, but it's just that this time my birthday was non event. And that's totally fine. I think I have a more exciting distraction to enjoy. I had a perfectly lovely day playing with Mabel.
I love being a mum, more so than I imagined I would. I love her with an intensity that makes me proud of myself and happy for her. Through her I have discovered whole new parts of my personality, found new strengths and boundless amounts love to share around.
And priorities; they have also totally changed. She gets a feed even though I haven't eaten yet and she looks as pretty as a picture even though I...um...don't. And that's fine. It's wonderfully liberating to feel that the messages in women's magazines and the media are not relevant to me. Sex may sell, but honestly, I couldn't care less. I have found myself caring about something that is far more important to me than size zero, or looking hot off the catwalk. What I don't understand why motherhood doesn't feature more in women's magazines...
To the other mothers and mothers to be: I get it now, I get why your phone is stuffed full of pics of your little one/s. :)
I still love my work though (and I do bits and bobs when I can). It is a bummer that I am unable to do any sewing right now. Still, I am slowly acquainting Mabel with the shop, with craft and bags. She loves the girls in the office and she loves looking at boldly patterned fabric, heh heh!