Anonymous 

I know there was bad times, hard times, pain, stress, times when I was so tired I wasn’t sure I could open my eyes long enough to feed my baby, those times when I was so scared I would fall asleep & accidently smother them, when I woke up after finally getting to sleep dreaming that they were still in the bed under me. Times when I thought what have I done? I can’t be a mum; not like my mum, I’m just too selfish; I can’t do this. Like I said, I know there were (ARE) those times; but it’s hard to remember them, when I look at my beautiful daughter, so loving, so smart, and my little man; just learning that he is a person; that he can manipulate his world, developing his unique sense of humour. The beautiful one that always wants to smile, but especially at his big sister, who loves him just as much as he loves her.

What are those fleeting times, those doubts, the fear, in the face of the love, the incredible, amazing truth that these two amazing people rely on me and their dad to make their whole world, mould their reality, build their foundation of truth and loyalty, family and morality that they will build their life on? The marvel that the wonderful people that I can see change each day, grow and explore and experience the world and develop their own ways of communicating and seeing; they came from us, their parents, we are the most important people in their lives. Such a responsibility, a burden, a pleasure and a privilege. Yeah, there are hard times; but the rewards…