As 2018 comes to a rather fast end, I thought it would be appropriate to reflect on my first year of being a Mumma. With so many ups and downs, and smiles and frowns, to say there's been more emotions and memories made this year than ever before in my life so far, would be pretty darn accurate.
Becoming a Mum has been my biggest, life-changing event to date. Not only do I need to look after myself, but I also have a son and of course husband to look after too.
I can't explain how fast 2018 has gone. And to think George was actually born nearly three months before 2018 even began is even more crazy. So what have I learned over the past year?
Patience is everything
I've always been pretty patient, but nothing tests you quite like a baby or toddler. When George was a newborn, I found it extremely difficult to cope with the (what felt like) constant crying and having a bit of "me time". I breastfed for three months, which definitely counted for part of the struggle as he was hungry ALL OF THE TIME.
As George has gotten older, the patience is still very much a skill I'm acquainted to, but in a different way. Now that he's walking around and climbing absolutely everything, it can be tough keeping my cool. I don't want to be one of those parents that shout at their kids for every little thing. I remind myself that he's still learning and developing, and that he's not being naughty on purpose. He just needs to learn right from wrong.
There's nothing quite like family
I appreciate that not every parent has family around them, but this is something I am blessed with and am grateful for. I really don't know what I would do without a supportive husband and reliable, loving, local family. Not only to help look after George, but to be a shoulder to lean on when I'm feeling sad or like everything is on top of me. I can't thank them enough for everything they do.
When George was first born, we lived directly next door to my in-laws which was handy when we needed a hand. We now live about 10 minutes drive from them and my parents, which is still really quite close. I know my mum didn't have a support network around her (apart from my dad, who worked away during the week) when me and my sister were young, and she found it really quite difficult. Something I didn't want to experience after hearing her story.
It's nice as well for George to see his grandparents, aunties, great grandparents and other family members as much as he does. He's currently going through an "I don't like strangers" phase, so I'd hate for any family to feel like he doesn't recognise or know them.
I've never experienced anything like it
Love. What does that mean to you? Passion? Cuddles? Kindness? Loyalty?...
Whilst I love and adore my husband with all of my heart, the love (which is a totally different kind of love) I feel for George is something I've never experienced before. I can't even explain it.
The natural instincts of protection and safety you feel for your child is out of this world. You'd do anything to keep them from harm. When my mum used to tell me off for staying out past my curfew, she would say "You'll understand when you have children of your own". Boy do I know what she meant. If I could micro-chip George and put a tracking device in him, I really would. Ok, maybe that's a bit mad, but you get the idea.
Also, when George was born, I really didn't think I could love Greg anymore than I already did, but creating and sharing something that you both created through love was amazing. If you couldn't already tell, I'm so in love with my little family.
That's basically the main things I've learned this past full year of being a Mumma. I would not change it for the world. My life has changed completely, but I wouldn't have it any other way. Christmas is fast approaching (next week, yikes) and I feel like a child again, knowing that George is going to soon start experiencing the feelings I did.
How has/did your first year of being a mum change you? I'd love to hear in the comments below.