Wanted

 (me & my mum)

At this stage of my life I find my days are filled with crafts, cuddles, cleaning spills, cutting crusts, kissing foreheads, administering medicines, food shops, snacks, school runs, washing, daydreams, dishes, sheet changes, nappies, bath time, storybooks... The list is continually growing.

It is a demanding time for me. I am on call 24 hours a day. Each night I fall asleep, uncertain of when my human alarm clocks will sound, signaling that I am wanted in some capacity.

I feel desperately inadequate. I would have never made it through the first round of interviewing if Motherhood was a "profession" and yet here I am; a Mother. I would not want to be anything else. I fight my way through each day striving to be the caregiver God put me on this earth the be, striving to be the mother my children deserve.

Children have made me question many things in life. But of one truth I can be sure... I am wanted.

 I am wanted and I would rather be wanted than not.