' Forget your perfect offering. There is a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in.'
Wednesday, 29 March 2017
Wow! Where has all that time gone? It seems only yesterday that I was in a delivery suite where the birthing pool and scented candles had been redundant. Louis had decided that following a birth plan was complete and utter bollocks. He came into the world as he meant to go on, exerting his peculiar brand of authority. So instead of floating around in a fluffy dressing gown presenting a picture of serenity I was lying immobile and catheterised after a C-section with black bags under my eye that could have held a week's worth of garbage. The small pink baby that had resisted emergence to the world outside the womb for three whole days was lying on my tummy making weird snuffling noises. I didn't have one iota of a clue how to look after him but somehow I muddled along. As I've been doing since. Okay perhaps 2003 isn't really yesterday but it doesn't seem all that far back.
Fast forward fourteen years. It occurred to me the other day that being the single mum of an only child was really rather special. Happy birthday beautiful son. As well as all the challenges that started on day one, you've brought incredible joy.