Two years ago I was in labour, feeling a kind of pain that is similar to none, a pain that I enjoyed feeling and that I'd happily feel again and again.
Today, walking on the street with Betta, who will be two tomorrow, and having to wait for her to reach me I just felt like two years ago. I just had to wait, just let her do in her own time. I felt a bit frustrated at first, but then it was great to see her running towards me, trying to reach me as fast as she could, just like when she crawled up on me to reach my breast for her very first feed.
There's no denying it, sometimes being a mum (and a mum of two) is really demanding, but there's no happiness as big and as fulfilling as that brought by kids, and there's no better feeling than holding your newborn baby for the first time. And that feeling, repeats itself every time I get a cuddle from Betta. Am I cheesy? Don't think so, I'm just so in love with my girls!
