thankful for being a mama

 cityhippyfarmgirl

cityhippyfarmgirl

cityhippyfarmgirl Today is Mother’s Day.

A day I’m incredibly grateful to be able to celebrate. Not only as a mother but also celebrating my own mother.

Years ago I wondered whether I would ever get the chance to be a mother. I hoped and wished. Shed tears when I wasn’t, shed tears when I was. An incredibly journey, that has brought every known emotion along with it.

Today I’m thankful for my children for allowing me to experience every single one of those emotions. As without it, I’d be a completely different person, and certainly not for the better.

I’m thankful for my other mama friends who are always such a wonderful source of support. Friendships that are so rarely properly acknowledged, and yet those tiny moments, those meet ups, those conversations, those coffees… have the ability to completely change a day. Hours of tantrums, tears, lost shoes, and late school times- forgotten in the space of a minute with a softly placed hand on your arm, a knowing smile and a ready laugh.

A few days before, I was asked what I wanted to do on Mother’s Day. I wanted nothing flashy, nothing fluffy. No arguments, and yelling. I wanted a slow morning, filled with pancakes and biscuits. Hand drawn cards, sitting next to deep pots of chai, surrounded by the ones I loved the very most.

I wanted to take them all in, count their little toes and fingers as I had done on the day they were born. I wanted to read stories, play games, dance in the lounge room. I wanted snuggles on the couch and kisses at the table. I wanted a slow day, to enjoy everything I truly loved about being a mother. That’s what I really wanted to do.

(And after all that. I wanted to sneak off, to go sit in a café, nurse a luke warm coffee…. while they all cooked dinner.)

Happy Mother’s Day Mama’s, you do a truly amazing job.

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Biscuit recipe is from SBS Food Safari- Plum Jam Biscuits and they were delicious!

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25 thoughts on “thankful for being a mama

  1. Nurture and be nurtured, caressed by the sunrise, serenaded by the early rising songbirds, a morning of memories…of my sons first laugh, his first puzzled look, his first words…, my son is grown, a man, with a son on the way, and a beautiful wife, sigh, to be so blessed, memories of his growing,, the struggles, the successes, the hopes and the present!
    The continuation of life, his soft look of wonder and acknowledgement, as his wife grows round like the earth, soon to know motherhood, and he, the joy I felt with his new beautiful presence in my life!
    The blue sky, fluffy clouds, warm breeze, are natures gift, for this day, a special day, a celebration of life and my priveledge to be a part of its ever growing beauty…
    Happy Mothers Day, to all who are, were and will be, Mothers, thank you to the Mother of us all, her name be blessed…Life!
    Little Feather

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  2. Happy mothers day Brydie! Beautiful words, so true we experience ALL possible emotions when being a mother!! Hope you had a good one, as was intended! x Irene

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  3. Happy Mother’s Day B 🙂 I love the peeks we get into your family and into you as a mother…you seem so well suited to it but I know it is a difficult role as well as a rewarding one. I hope you got that slow morning, and that time alone in a cafe while dinner was cooked!

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  4. Mothers are to be honoured. Often and lots. And it’s only really when we’re older ourselves, that we come to realise just how much of our lives are in response to them.

    A day to be loved by yours, good.

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  5. i hope you had a lovely day with your family brydie and that you had some alone time during the day..it’s so important to take care of yourself too..x

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  6. Your mothers day wish list sounds very much like mine. I wished for no winging (from her) and no grumpiness (from him) and a day in the garden. Beautiful post Brydie 🙂

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  7. How beautiful Brydie! Hope you had a most special Mothers Day 🙂
    PS: don’t you love little toes curled up? My daughter does it all the time and I just can’t get enough of her feet! I’ve developed some sort of weird baby foot fetish since giving birth hehehe

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  8. Beautifully written. And very inspiring. Happy belated mothers day to you, Brydie. Perhaps next year it’ll be my turn.

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