AMOMENTINTIME

This photo here is something I will cherish for moments in time. 

We inhaled the fresh crisp air, the sound of gentle water and the hum of boats filled our ears, rose tinted cheeks from the cool December wind.  

In our usual walking get up of colourful wellies, cosy warm coats and bobble hats we made our way to discover another hidden gem. 

Another adventure, another find we have made as a family. 

There is something in your children’s eyes that take us aback sometimes, we lose ourselves in these moments of laughter and joy, we lose ourselves in sheer love when they wrap their arms around you in delight. 

There’s nothing more comforting than taking in their squeals of excitement when they take each others hands and lead one another to the river embracing the coldness that surrounded their wellies from the small laps of ripples. 

If only these babies of mine knew how lonely my life had been, I was constantly seeking love and attention from all the wrong avenues in life as a young adult. I moved from home young and into a cottage that I desperately sought warmth and comfort from but failed miserably. 

And the space of emptiness of how long I’ve felt so alone for, has been filled of happiness and an undeniably fierce love from my children. 

And to their father. If you knew how long I wanted someone to come, and save me from myself. It’s hard to knock down walls of a woman who has been left broken and scarred, yet if I was to fall you’d be there waiting and our tomorrows, months and years to come could be shaky. But know that I’ll be forever grateful for the way you’ve changed my life the way you have done. 

As the sun shines down and glitters upon the water, with the breeze gently blowing. And the smiles that glisten on your faces, If only you all knew how much this moment means to me.  And how long I’ve waited for this feeling of content for the whole of my life. And If only you knew how proud and happy you are making me, a moment so priceless and free.

x

Published by Mothering Silence

A late twenty-something mother of two boys and a profoundly deaf diva of almighty sass. In between splitting spontaneous sibling wars, curiatimg pillow forts and channeling inner superheroes. Mothering Silence documents a brutally honest truth of the trials and tribulations of motherhood. (The toughest hood.) Here you'll find the weekly ramblings of the rollercoaster life of my journey in motherhood. *Please note my style of writing is tongue in cheek.

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