12 months of Tilly
ONE. My girl is one. It’s amazing. I can’t imagine life without her, and yet at the same time, can’t believe it’s been a whole entire year since she arrived.
I’ve documented a bit about how I found the early days of motherhood, and it’s true, I’ve found it to be really tough. But I’ve also more recently discovered how much I love being Tilly’s mum. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else than with her.
So this is to celebrate one year of Tilly. My light, my life, my best girl. Oh how she’s grown x
The mum bun. A staple in every mother’s daily life. Add to that greasy hair, the same clothes every day (or pjs day and night), neglected nail polish and probably hair in places that you just can’t be arsed getting rid of. I’m pretty sure every single mum is nodding in understanding right now. It’s like a signature look.
But some days, I look in the mirror and think, who the hell is that? And I realise how much of a difference it makes when I make an effort to look after myself. When I take the time- and the right- to feel female.
It wasn't until I realised that I was, that I realised I hadn't been. All of a sudden one morning, as I sat with Tilly, watching her smile and grab at my face, I discovered that I was enjoying motherhood. And in that second, realised that before that moment, I had simply been doing a 'job'. It took me 10 weeks to finally find motherhood a joy.