When I first started this blog 4 years ago it was supposed to be a platform for my writing, but it’s slowly developed into a diary of my life, helping me keep track of all the things I like to do whilst sharing the beauty of the countryside with my readers. Not only that, but I really enjoy taking photographs of my little adventures and reading all your comments, so thank you for continuing to read and be interested!
I’ve been meaning to write down my thoughts on motherhood for a while now, and tonight I have a couple of hours to myself to do so.
Motherhood is wonderfully special, extremely hard, demanding, daunting but the most enjoyable experience of my life. Ivy is a joy that I still can’t quite believe belongs to me, I feel so lucky to be her Mum.
When she was born I was shell-shocked but it felt so natural to me to have her close to me all the time, to breastfeed, to have her snuggled up beside me at night, to carry her around against my heart where she belonged. People told me how important it was to keep her close, they emphasised skin on skin to establish my breastfeeding (which worked) and our bond.
Now she’s turning 9 months old and we know each other inside out, I can tell by the merest sound or facial expression exactly what she’s feeling and she knows that I’m going to be there for her exactly when she needs me. It’s blissful.
I get confused now when people tell me to create space between us, to try to get her to sleep on her own or not give her as much milk as she wants. To leave her with other people more. I find it bizarre how I have spent the first 8 months of her life creating a special and safe bond of trust between me and her and now so many people think its time to take a step back from this. What a strange thing to tell a mother?
Of course when she’s ready (and she’s already showing her independence) then I’ll give her all the space she needs, but I’ll know when the times right, after all I’m her Mum.