Needing To Feel Needed

This week bought the day I had been dreading for so long and to most of you this may seem extreme, but after a long twenty one years of having a little ones at home with me this era of my life has almost come to an end.

I have spent hours upon hours craving a few hours on my own to grab a child free coffee and now the silence is strange, I have moaned so many times about my mornings being filled with hectic and noisy soft play visits and luke warm coffee being drunk at toddler groups which I’m now finding myself longing for.

My work over the past few years has been crammed into a few small hours during the day and leaving me having to put in hours way later into the evening that I liked. My new found freedom should be a blessing to finally get back to a proper working day but instead I’m craving the sound of Cbeebies in the background and requests for snacks every few minutes and I think this is where I really finding it hard… I’m no longer needed!

The care of my last little bundle has been handed over to someone else who as I know to well will become their font of knowledge, his independence will grow even greater and all those things that I have moaned about and tired of over the years such as wiping noses and buttoning shirts will soon be a thing of the past and in a strange way I’m really going to miss all of this.

Of course I know that nothing lasts forever and I want and encourage my children to be confident, strong willed and independent but this doesn’t help me feeling a little more redundant with each new step they reach. The person that I have been for over two decades is slowing changing and I am not sure I’m ready for that.

My job as a Mother is ever changing and evolving and I should be embracing this new chapter in both our lives rather than seeing it as something negative I should look at all the positives its brings and I’m sure that a few months in I will be reading this back and wondering what the hell I was getting so emotional over. But for now I’m going to make the most of these last few child filled afternoons and try and embrace the change it will bring for us both.

photo credit – Laura Shaw Photography

Getting My Mojo Back

I have always loved fashion and beauty.  I love trawling through the glossy magazines thinking how I could create that look for myself; but unfortunately with each baby has come a knock in my confidence and the young girl that would once wear whatever she fancied and would do anything to have whatever was on trend has slowly been lost into the trappings of motherhood.

Maybe it is more to do with age than motherhood, but I find myself questioning my style choice and its it really appropriate for me now.

Since I’ve started blogging it has opened up my eyes to some super stylish women that look fabulous in what they wear and above all else comfortable in their own skin.

It was a blog post I came across yesterday by Kate who writes for Pouting In Heels that struck a cord and has put me on the path to getting my mojo back.

No more slobbing about in my gym gear all day as it’s comfy and easy.  I deserve better and hey we only live once so from here on in I’m going to fill everyday with beautiful things that make me happy.

Today I pulled out the pair of dungarees that had been hidden in the wardrobe through fear of looking silly and slapped on some red lipstick; and do you know what it made me feel great!