Independence is nothing for mothers to be feart of

30 Mar

A Burdz Eye View

Being a mum is both the best and worst job in the world.

I remember exactly how it felt when both my sons were born and deposited onto my chest.  Their big eyes full of wonderment and confusion, locked on mine instantly, in fear and expectation, and the bond was formed. I was exhilarated and exhausted – feelings which don’t diminish with time but rather, intensify.  Am I doing it right is the first and last question I ask myself each and everyday.

It’s not until your children are born that you realise the responsibility. That sense that this little person is dependent on you and for you to make the right choices at the right times from birth until you are no longer able to provide for them. The weight of that responsibility is enormous and while love – unconditional, heart bursting, lung stopping love – envelops you, so…

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