Today I’m linking up with Kirsty from My Home Truths for I Must Confess with the prompt being ‘I have never’ but I’ve turned it around a little.
This is not going to be a post where I tell you that I’ve never bungee jumped, had stitches or fallen down the stairs in a grandstand, twice, on the same day and in the same spot (actually, the last one is true).
This post is a little bit mushier than that because, well, I’m not too good at ‘funny’.
But in all seriousness, never have I EVER loved someone the way I love my son. This love, well, it’s heart wrenching, my heart aches, it’s a love unlike any other.
Never in a million years did I imagine I would have the love I do for him. The only way I can show the love I have for Elliott is through hugs, through kisses and by doing what I can for him. There have been so many times when I have wished there was some sort of magical power that allowed me to exude my love in a greater and more powerful form because, a lot of the time, hugs and kisses just don’t seem enough.
And, the day will come, when he’s going to be sick of my hugs and kisses. Oh, I dread that day!
Never had I ever imagined my little boy would bring me so much happiness and so much inspriation.
Never had I imagined my little boy would have such a tender little heart, a heart that I would come to absolutely adore. A boy with a gentle and sensitive little soul who wouldn’t hurt a fly and who speaks with the utmost sincerity in everything he says, especially when he says ‘I’m sorry Mummy.’
Never had I imagined that I’d have a little friend whom I’d share in-depth conversations with, laugh with and have fun with. A 4-year-old who consoles me when he knows something is wrong with his mummy.
As the eldest of three girls, never had I imagined that I’d be OK with mud and dirt, that I’d sit watching monster trucks and actually enjoy it, that I’d manage to survive the never ending GO GO GO of an energetic little boy. It’s kept me on my toes, that’s for sure.
Never did I consider that I would be the centre of my son’s world. Oh yes, he loves his daddy dearly, but it’s always Mummy for that reassuring hug, that kiss good night, that softly sung twinkle twinkle little star and the cuddles in Mummy’s bed when he’d rather not go to bed alone.
Never did I imagine that one day my little boy would also be the centre of my world and would transform me for the better, into the woman I am today.
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