It's hard being a Mum. Not bad hard, just hard. Having done both, I know that it is hard if you are a working Mum, and hard if you are a full time Mum. I am sure it is hard being a Dad too but I have only witnessed that from the sidelines so wouldn't like to comment.
It's hard wearing all those hats: Cook, cleaner, cuddle provider, story reader, train track builder, tucker in, nurse, doctor, diplomat, negotiator, gardener, teacher, referee, as well as wife, daughter, sister, friend...
Sometimes my Smalls drive me crazy - fighting and screeching and demanding and mess making. Often they make me very cross and tired and sometimes sad.
Then sometimes they choose to walk to school hand in hand, deep in conversation,
and run like aeroplanes through the park in pyjamas and a sun hat.
Sometimes they are so completely brilliant that I think my heart is going to burst with love for them.
Sometimes they remind me that they are the most wonderful make I have ever attempted and the Mum-hat fits so well.
It is very hard to do, but I try and grab onto those amazing special moments, and hang on tight so I have them to hold on to when the hat slips and it is all very hard again.
And sometimes they stand on each others shadow-head on purpose which is very tricky and makes us laugh.