Some days I want to hide under the covers until the storm of you has passed.
Some days I don’t want to lose my temper because ‘I’ve asked you nicely ten times’ but those school shoes are still not attached to your feet.
Some days I don’t want to be the referee as you and your sister bite and scratch and tear each other apart.
Some days I don’t want to step on small plastic dogs, cats, horses, cows or turtles or whatever Lego dreams up next.
Some days I don’t want to sort through five loads of washing and cook two different dinners because you hate pasta today and your sister’s taken a sudden aversion to carrots.
Some days I don’t want to be woken up at 3am by the smell of vomit and the sound of crying.
Some days I don’t want to deal with the responsibility of permission forms, school applications, new ballet shoes, homework, PE kits, play dates, cake sales, Parent’s Evening and PTA fundraising.
Some days all I want is to lie on a beach in the Maldives with nothing but the feel of sunshine on my skin and the sound of soft waves lapping against the shore.
Some days I want to hug you so tightly because I cannot imagine a single moment without you.
Some days all I want is to hear you laugh and talk about all the exciting things that you’ve seen and done today.
Some days I find tears in my eyes because you’re growing up so quickly and I can’t catch my breath.
Some days I know I’m the luckiest person alive because of you.
Every day I’m complete.