There are some days in the life of a woman that hold a very special place in their heart.
I have always been a mummy's girl and never underestimated the importance of Mother's Day, because it gave me a reason to show my mum how much I love and respect her. Yes, I know, I should be doing that every day and not only one day a year, but do you know many kids that do?
Mothers are taken for granted, I know that now I am one.
For starters, let me get this off my chest.
I've done all the hard work in "cooking" my daughter the right way after she got in the "oven".
I stopped smoking the minute I found out I'm pregnant and pretty much forced my partner to stop smoking when he was home (before we would both smoke outside our kitchen on the patio, never inside the house) and start vaping, nicotine-free. I didn't want her to have any form of contact in her very early days with all that crap we choose to pollute our bodies with when we are older.
I was in labour for 27 hours before she decided it was time to come, and she did "cause damage to the structural integrity of the pub" on her way out.
I am the one who woke up, and still wakes up, every morning before or with her, runs to make her morning bottle and feed her.
I'm also the one who, the vast majority of times, will change her morning nappy and every single shitty one (unless I'm not at home).
Her first word was DAD.
I took a hit but accepted it. It made sense. I was talking to her about her dad, so she heard that word more often than others.
A month later she said mum. A couple of times.
And then she stopped.
She now only calls me when she is in pain.
THAT'S ALL.
I absolutely love her to pieces, but I've been defeated. Not only she is a complete and utter daddy's girl, she is also his spitting image.
But you know what?
I wouldn't change her for the world.
Because it is also me who sees that massive smile on her face when I enter the room every morning and say "Kalimera" to her.
I also get the first hug, that one where she is still a bit asleep and she half-hangs on me while I carry her to our room to feed her (I find it more comfortable there).
I am the lucky parent who gets to spend so much time with her instead of having to go to work. And believe me, I loved going to work and be the productive adult. LOVED. That's the correct tense of the verb here.
I got to see the first tooth, I got to record the first time she crawled and I bet I'll be there to witness her first steps as well.
I consider myself LUCKY.
And by the time this post goes up on the blog, I will be a mother again, this time of a little boy!
TWICE LUCKY!
I guess what I want to say with this post is that my life became complete the day I became a mum, and although I have the odd moments where all of this feels surreal, I couldn't be more happy and proud of what is the BIGGEST ACCOMPLISHMENT of my entire life.
Happy Mother's Day to me and to ALL of us mothers out there!
