At one of the minis many weekend daytime soirees another mum who had stolen Faith for a cuddle spoke of the privilege of holding a baby.
Obviously as the mum of the baby she was holding at the time I was definitely in agreement but she’s right in general too, isn’t she?
The newborn stage is so fleeting and so precious. A small bundle of newness that knows little of the darker side of life and that simply wants to absorb and radiate love. You are cradling a whole life in your hands, embracing an innocence that the future’s potential is stored within.
And for many people there are only a short few years in your life where you have regular opportunity to hold someone at such a special time.
I wish we had been told how meaningful it is when we were younger instead of how having children when young might ruin your life. I wish that being a mother and looking after the potential of the future was held in much more esteem than it currently seems to be in our society because being blessed by my minis has made my life.
And when, as a teen and university student you are given dire warnings about ensuring against unwanted pregnancy, it might be pertinent to mention that it can actually be difficult to get pregnant too, especially as you grow older.
We’re educated towards being able to take a place in the world of work (which is obviously quite useful) but we seem to forget that there are more important roles to prepare ourselves for too.
So, whenever I’m having a long day, I’ll try to remind myself that the years are short and feel privileged to have full arms and to be able to hold on to those hours and my babies for a little bit longer.