Published on July 20th, 2018 | by voxx0
Being a mummy is:
Having a shower whilst a tiny version of your irritating self sits with his/her face flat against the glass door, making you uncomfortable enough to get out, minutes after getting in.
Before I reluctantly appeared though, an adoringly cute foot had been pushed against the door as Diego insisted I check his invisible ‘poorly’. There was either nothing there or the shampoo had done its worst and temporarily blinded me. I battled against the sting, the need to check on my child’s well-being, and the urge to lock him out of the bathroom.
Following the already dramatic morning, I then stomped around trying to get dressed whilst Diego laughed hysterically. He shouted hugely confidence boosting compliments for all to hear, such as “Mummy, you look funny!” and “Mummy, your feet are really big”. These worked really well alongside the confidence self-help books I have been reading recently. I was beginning to think I had a ‘normal’ body and ‘normal’ feet. I am glad Diego set the record straight.
It wasn’t very long ago that I couldn’t understand my son. He had to attend speech and language therapy on a weekly basis, his words had been a mixture of murmurs. He’s come so far in such a short length of time; so far in fact that I struggle to keep him quiet. He even talks in his sleep!
On occasion there is still the odd misunderstanding though, like when he came home from playgroup and told me that he’d had a great day – dressing and eating babies… Before I could panic though I soon realised Diego had been dressing and feeding babies. This was a huge relief really as I really don’t have enough money to go on the run with a wanted toddler!
- By Boneata Bell