Today my daughter turns 6. Six!! How on earth did that happen?
It only feels like yesterday that I was stomping around, fat, grumpy and 2 weeks overdue. Yet here I am with 6 years of parenting under my belt.
You go through a hell of a lot as a parent. A lot of stresses, worries, tears and quite a few grey hairs. But I’ve survived so far!
Things I’ve survived in 6 years of parenting…
I’ve survived colic.
I’ve survived 14 months of a baby who didn’t sleep through the night.
I’ve survived returning to work before my baby turned one.
I’ve survived the terrible twos and the threenager stage.
I’ve survived my baby starting school.
I’ve survived almost 2 years of the school run.
I’ve survived being woken up at 5:30am every day for the last 3 years.
I’ve survived 6 years of being absolutely shattered.
I’ve survived 6 years of constant worry about whether I’m a good mum.
I know it’s a cliche but I wouldn’t change any of it for the world (except the colic!) because although it’s always easier to think of the bad bits we’ve also had so many good bits.
The good bits…
Six years of fun and laughter.
Six years of cuddles.
Six years of being amazed every day by the things she comes out with.
Six years of adventures.
Six years of holding a little hand.
Six years of being told “I love you Mummy” every day.
Six years of watching her grow.
Being a mum is definitely the best job in the world and I look forward to the next 6 years – then she turns into a teenager and I’m not sure I’ll enjoy that as much!