I love being a Mum. It was the first time in my life that I felt that I was good at something, that I felt worthwhile. I remember when Lu was about 6 months old and I thought, “Finally, I have found where I belong. Finally, I know what I am about and what I am meant to be doing with my life.”
I have shocking days. I have days where I rant and rave. Where I am cranky for no reason. Where the kids just can’t get along with themselves, which each other or with me.
I have days that are long. I have days where I cry. I have days where I just feel hopeless at it all and where I go to bed feeling disappointed with myself.