Carrying it home from the shop was one of those moments when you think, “how did I get here?”
I’ve been a mum for nearly three years. I’ve seen her through the nappies, the dummies, the pushchairs, the tantrums (on-going), but this feels like a dream. A moment to cherish. “I’ve got a daughter and I’m buying her a bike for Christmas.” I just can’t believe how happy that sentence makes me.
All our Christmases have been great but it feels like there’s something big about this one. The tree is bigger. Our daughter is bigger and this year was able to reel off a proper BIG list to Father Christamas of what she “needs”.
This year she was finally big enough to help me decorate our tree; yes she put rubber bands on and bits of plastic and anything else she could get her hands on onto it, but to me it is beautiful.
It’s not been an easy year. We’ve had family illnesses, operations, challenging beahviour from the little one but this is one of those ‘joy’ moments I’m really going to hold in my heart forever.
Funny how the really big joy moments totally overshadow all the bad ones.
I’m so thankful for that.
Merry Christmas everyone.