Susanne Remic is a primary school teacher, freelance writer and parenting blogger. She writes at Ghostwritermummy and Maternity Matters and in between all of that she regularly wins mummy of the year awards for running around after her two children, aged six and 19 months. This is her pregnancy blog: an online diary of her third pregnancy as she strives to overcome two difficult births, one angel child and one awkward toddler. Join Susanne as she shares every step of her journey from bump to baby!
I’m just a mother
By Susanne Remic on 26 Sep 2011
I’m just a mother. There’s nothing special about me. I know how to hold my children close and I know how to wipe away their tears.
I know that my daughter hates bubbles and loves black olives. I know that she laughs at jokes and breaks wind at the dinner table. I know that she hates to be left out of rough and tumble games and I know that she likes to read her books long past lights-out time. I know that she has a tiny birth mark at the small of her back, in the exact same place as the scar on my own back from the epidural needle. I know that I loved her from the minute she was placed in my arms and her wails became murmurs and she was mine.
I know that my son has a fiery temper and craves to be understood. I know that his days revolve around cars, trains, football and Mickey Mouse. I know that he likes to have the bridge of his nose stroked gently to help him sleep. I know that he loves shoes and feet and he likes having his toes tickled softly. I know that kisses and hugs and high-fives are his way of telling us he feels the same. I know by heart the small silvery scar above his top lip, a lasting reminder of his hasty entrance into my world.
I know my children.
I don’t know my bump. I don’t know what’s coming. I’m just a mother; I can’t see into the future.
I know I will love this baby. I am a mother. I know that the day I hold this baby in my arms will be a day forever etched on my mind. I know that the first breath, the first cry, the first real tear, the first smile, the first tooth, the first roll, the first step, the first word and the first kiss will be some of the best moments of my life. I know this because I am a mother.
I know that my family will move on through life, together. I know that my children will fight and argue and annoy and tease. I know that, despite this, they will be the best of friends one day. I know that their bond will live on long after I am gone.
I am just a mother. What a fantastic thing to be.
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