I carried the little one around in the sling most of the day today. Combine that with lugging round heavy shopping on my back and then bending up and down like a leap frog this evening as my daughter happily waved mashed sweet potato and bits of fish all over the floor, and I was properly exhausted and aching all over by bath time.
I took my little girl – who had been tired out by said sling rides and adventures with sweet potato – upstairs and laid her on her changing mat to prepare for her bath. And as I looked into her face, I found myself saying – ‘But it’s all worth it for you…’
And this surprised me – because I didn’t know that that was how I was feeling.
This worth feels like a measure of love. And I realise that now I’m a mother nothing will likely ever be black, or white, ever again.
It’s a new colour of grey mush that could have come off my daughter’s tray table. And it’s flecked with golden sweet potato that my daughter has given the gift of flight.
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