People often ask me what it is like to have a baby at 42 years old, 9 years after my last, my eldest being 14 years old.
“I feel like its a luxury actually” I answer.
I get some strange looks as its not the response they expect.
I read this post below by my beautiful friend Vinny Skulldali Shanti and it sums up why I feel like that.
I KNOW that each and every moment is to be cherished even the crappy hard ones. I KNOW how fast they grow up and spread their wings. I look across the room and see the proof! I can fully appreciate every cuddle i get. I treasure carrying her all day and snuggling up at night. I KNOW that many “professionals” tell you that this will spoil them IT DOESNT!!!!! IT DOESNT!!!! Treasure these little babes because they are just passing through.
My heart felt every word of Vinnys. She is a beautiful mumma and all round amazing funny loving human…Thanks for the reminder Vinny!!!!
From Vinny Skulidali Shanti:
“Don’t ever fool yourself completely that your children are yours to keep. Hold them close whilst they are small and love them deeply always. Breathe them in and appreciate their impact upon your being…and be prepared that their physical proximity to you is temporary….and when at the airport, smile, joke and tell stories to distract you both from the imminent leaving. Only once they are safely thru the departures gate and airside, may you sob your big, salty tears from your mouth and nose, snotting strange, clear, teary snot onto the clinically shiny floor, giving zero fucks about your appearance and not even wondering where you’ve been storing this volumous face-water until now. Stay there with your audience of uncomfortable onlookers for as long as it takes to dry out enough to drive yourself home. Then go on with your world with your heart ripped out. That’s your job. Do it well.
” You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable” ~ Kahil Gilbran