Three years since my mum’s death and here I sit, a mother myself now to my beautiful but ever-so-spirited baby girl of 4 and a half months. Not a day goes past where I do not get overwhelmed for the love I feel for her, and not a day goes past where I do not think about my beautiful mother either. It would seem that motherhood has been a rite of passage that I have gladly chosen to continue my journey through life, and it certainly is a passage through many emotions and has enabled me to understand some things in life that I hadn’t been able to, or hadn’t even considered, before. I remember sitting in the birthing pool in my lounge whilst in the throes of labour, and in the middle of a strong contraction I suddenly understood what unconditional love was. The birth itself and becoming a mother has made me feel so much closer to my late mum, and I only wish she was here to meet and experience her beautiful granddaughter.
Maths Chick and Binklebum
