Being B, being a mom....

Although my blog is mainly Afrikaans, cause there is no better language to describe certain things than Afrikaans, I decided to do this post in English...

Ok, so it is 23h15, both kids finally asleep, after we struggled for about 2 hours to get H into bed, who complaint of ear-ache and sore legs, and I realized that as a mother, this is basically the only me-time I have. The only time to Facebook, bbm, bb-blog, read my Living & Loving mag, what ever.

I am one of those people who devote my whole being to being a mother and wife, there are few things in life just as, or more important to me than this. I thrive in placing my family above everything else and maintaining it that way.

Motherhood took me quite by surprise, as I was still fairly young (24) when I fell pregnant with H. None of our friends had kids, we were still basically newly-weds and have not even properly planned life ahead, never mind thinking of children...

But from the moment we met at birth, when he was placed on my chest, I knew this is where I was suppose to be.

And I enjoy every moment I have as a mother, and that is why we waited for almost 4 years before Z was born. I wanted to make sure that I was there for H in his first crucial years of development, he needed my undivided attention just as much as he needed our love.

And now, with him almost turning 5, he has developed into a smart, handsome, playful and loving little boy, with an imagination that is hard to put in words. He does not rely on us that much anymore, so I can shift my focus over to Z, who I might add, reached that very demanding stage of not being a baby anymore, but not yet a toddler...enough said

So with the blissful mid-night sounds of the tumble drier rumbling in the back ground, I lie in bed, bb in hand, and smile, cause the joys of motherhood does not only include the proud and happy moments, but also the difficult and daunting moments, the laughs and the tears. And I once again realize that I am truly blessed, that my quest in life is that of motherhood, and that I accept that quest with every loving fiber in my body, and that Being B, being me...is being a mother