Mothers Day.

Within the space of a week we have celebrated International Women's Day and also Mothers Day. Two days to give thanks for the remarkable women that wake up each day and fight. The women who stand up for what they believe in. Mothers that are so tired but each day give their everything to their children. Women who spend their days cleaning, cooking, working, managing a household, wiping crumbs and kissing tears away.

Being a Mum is hard. Yes, it's beautiful and rewarding but somedays are just plain hard and sugar coating it doesn't help anyone. There are days where you get to night time and you don't quite know how you are going to do it all over again tomorrow. Times where all you want is silence and to not feel like you are being pulled in ten different directions. Days where you look at all the housework and wished you worked outside of the home or days at work where all you want is to be at home with your babies. Still we persist. We wake up. We lean into the bad and soldier on. We love. We give. We cry.

Thankfully the good outweighs those bad days in leaps. Those sticky kisses refuel us. The handmade mothers day cards from school. The laughter. The love. The giggles as they come running out of school so excited to see you. It's all worth it.

I look at my own Nan and Mum. Two amazing women who have fought challenge after challenge. All their own children are now grown up and have flown the nest but they still spend their days thinking about them. My Nan is 83 and would still be there at the drop of a hat for any of her three children and eight grandchildren. My Mum is the same. It wasn't until I had James that I realised the impact that deciding to be a mother would have on my life. As they get older parenting changes but the challenges aren't any easier. They're just different.

My Mum wasn't perfect and off course made mistakes but I'm glad that those mistakes were made because it means that I can learn from them. Even at the age of 32 I am still learning from my own mother. Those mistakes were probably the greatest gifts that she has ever given me.

To all the women out their fighting for what they believe in. The ones mothering their children. The ones who are battling sleepless nights with a teething baby or handling a teenager and their hormonal outbursts. Keep going. One day at a time. You are doing amazing.

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