This week I’m grateful for my Mum. Not only is she a wonderful woman, who single-handedly raised me, but now a mother myself, she is helping to raise my daughters. The role she plays in their lives is magical to watch and they love her dearly. Sometimes they love her a little too much, as I don’t think Grandma would appreciate a phone call at 5.30am on a Sunday morning to tell her they were having oats for breakfast!
She has been both my husband’s and my saviour, particularly since the birth of Baby 3. We’ve really needed a helping hand. She arrives at our house at a moment’s notice, armed with bags of “craft” and pushes us out the door to “go and have some time for yourselves”. The girls squeal with delight when they see her and sit alongside her listening to stories and doing crafty things. It is such a delight to watch them together (and it is such a delight to run out the door, speed down the driveway and sit at a restaurant having a meal together).
I can’t thank her enough for all the love and support she gives us. Without her visits and endless offers of baby sitting I think my husband and I would look like this.