The Gold medal goes to....

My mother!!! I always knew that my mother had a heart of gold. All throughout her life my mother’s kindness has been taken advantage off; Growing up the kids in our street would come and play at the house of Mari, because my mother made great cakes and cookies.

At times my mothers kind heartedness would piss me off, as it seemed that she would bend over backwards to help everyone else rather than do stuff for us. Perhaps with maturity or marriage I finally realised that the unselfishness of my mother was something I aspired to achieve in my life…and I’m way off.

Tim went back to work today….and with this knowledge my mother was here at 9am this morning armed with food and a change of clothes. My only task today was dealing with JJ, whilst my darling mother cleaned the whole house…meaning she vacuumed, dusted, scrubbed and mopped the whole house, bathrooms, toilets, laundry, bedrooms, kitchen…yes the whole house.

Then after some visitors left and I was on the phone to Ellie (consoling the latest crisis in her life…Tim feeding changing JJ) my mother cooked us a meal…took some home and then left.

Not once did I hear any type of critisim from her about how I was dealing with JJ, not once did I hear any assvice on the wrongs and rights of what I was doing…At one point JJ had cracked it big time and the only way he would sleep was cuddled in my arms…My mother looked at me, when I was trying to convince her to have a break and told me that the most important job I was doing was loving, cuddling and resting with my son.

Today is my first day home with JJ all by myself…solo…am a little nervous…excited and anxious about how I will cope…Wednesday Mum is coming over again armed with more food she wants to cook for us…

Any suggestions about how I can repay my mother for her help would be grateful as I have no idea…