Most evenings, around 6pm, my child means one thing to me: MESS.
Pure, unadulterated mess. Crayons in the carpet, milk on the sofa, books and cushions and dried rice and sticky ketchup strewn around the house and smeared up walls. This is the evidence I live with a small person. The evidence I am a mum.
But that mess – the stuff that makes me want to tear my hair out at the end of a long day – is what keeps me going.
It’s the mess that makes me get out of bed at 3.45am every morning to go to work. It’s the mess that keeps me writing at stupid o’clock in the evening. It’s the mess which drives me forward, pushing myself to earn money so that one day we can buy a house.
I can’t put into words what my child means to me. She is at once soul destroyingly frustrating and achingly beautiful.
She melts me.
I’m getting involved with Nickie’s weekly blog prompt over at I Am Typecast, to raise awareness of CLIC Sargent’s Yummy Mummy Week on 10th – 18th March. I’ve worked for this charity in the past and seen the amazing work it does.
It makes a huge difference to the lives of children suffering with cancer, giving families clinical, practical and emotional support.
Yummy Mummy Week is a fundraising week held by mums, for mums. The idea is to have some fun with your mates, while raising money for a great cause. You can find out more on the website or by visiting Nickie’s blog, I Am Typecast.
Help raise awareness by joining in with the weekly blog prompt, or tweeting with the hashtag #dosomethingyummy.