Mummy!!!!

There was something deeply comforting about being called 'Mummy.' It took me back to those early years when my children needed me for everything — when their world revolved around my presence. I must confess, I treasured that time. It was fleeting, but it held a kind of magic I’ll always carry with me.

As they grew older and began to find their footing, the name 'Mummy' quietly gave way to 'Mum.' The change was subtle, almost imperceptible at first, but it marked a shift — from being their entire world to becoming a steady presence in the background. It was a gentle reminder that my role was evolving, even as my love remained constant.

I watched with pride as they learned to navigate life on their own, each milestone a quiet triumph. But with every step they 'took away from me', a small part of that closeness faded. Not in love, never in love — but in the way they needed me. And while I celebrated their independence, I sometimes found myself longing for the days when their little hands reached for mine without hesitation.

Motherhood, I’ve come to realise, is a journey of letting go in slow motion. It’s learning to find joy not just in being needed, but in watching them become who they’re meant to be. And though the name has changed, the bond remains — deep, enduring, and etched into every corner of my heart.

And so, whether they call me 'Mummy' or 'Mum,' I carry each version of myself with quiet pride — knowing that in every stage, love was the constant, and being their mother will always be my greatest privilege.

I still relish my 'Mummy' period though