Proud to be a mum - Happy MAMA's Day

A blog post for Mothers Day by My Boys and Me!

Being a mum makes you proud in so many ways it is hard to pick just one. From the second you see a cross on the little stick telling you that you are going to be a mum , your life is changed forever. You count the days as you see your baby grow inside you. The first cry, the first smile, the first steps………….there are a life time of ‘firsts’ once you become a mum and every single one of them will make you proud.

Nothing made me prouder than seeing my three eldest sons welcome their baby brother into their lives three years ago though.

Some people question how someone can divide their love between their children when they have more than one or two. I know from personal experience though that your love isn’t divided when you have another child, it is simply enhanced. The more children you have, the more love you find you have within you. The love doesn’t divide, it multiplies.

When I found out that I was pregnant with my youngest son, I had all kinds of negative reactions from friends, family and strangers. It broke my heart as to me making another life is the most beautiful thing you can possibly do and I couldn’t have been happier.

Three people who showed nothing but positivity however were my eldest three children. I remember their little faces now, sitting round the dinner table as I told them ‘Mummy had another baby growing in her tummy’. They were aged just two, four and five at the time. Their little faces glowed with happiness at the thought of another little brother or sister coming to join their team!

It was a tough pregnancy. I was severely ill with ICP and for the last four months of the pregnancy I was at high risk of still birth. But miraculously, against all odds, my fourth little boy joined us on 13^th Feb 2013.

Since the day he was born his big brothers have quite simply adored him. Just last night I overheard my seven year old telling his little brother how much he loved him as he played in the bath. And as if that wasn’t enough to pull on my heartstrings, my youngest then said it back to him.

At bedtime tonight I found my five year old sitting on the stairs giving his little brother a big cuddle before settling down for the night.

And just last week my nine year old took his little brother off for a chat when he had been put on the naughty step to explain why mummy was upset with him and how he should behave in future. He did it in such a calm and loving way it melted my heart.

So you see, brothers do fight. They drive you mad with their constant bickering. They reduce you to tears with their lack of appreciation at times. BUT, beneath it all they do love each other. And when another one comes along to join the pack, the way they welcome them, care for them and unconditionally love them, make their mums the proudest mums in the world.

Kerry Gibb