I’m a glass is half full kind of mama… But on some days my glass, my cup, feels as though it’s been punctured with holes… Drained. The nights with broken sleep severing away its edges. And so on this note, I pose a question to those on the motherhood journey, is your glass half full or half empty?
During this messy yet beautiful, wild ride we call ‘motherhood’ I remind myself of the instant top up, that is love, which is always accessible… gently nudging myself that my cup is in fact more than half full, and that I can magically defy gravity with a little help from Elmer the Patchwork Elephant diligently patching up any leaks, leaving my cup brimming with love! A love that continuously fills my cup with endless cuddles… cuddles in between nappy changes, cuddles in between (and during) feeds, cuddles before bedtime.
‘…with a little help from Elmer the Patchwork Elephant diligently patching up any leaks, leaving my cup brimming with love!’
Tonight was a rare night to dress up (it’s definitely not the every day!) It surely wasn’t the dressing up that left my cup overflowing… but the comment made by my bigger baby saying ‘mama you look like a disco ball!’ And that reminded me to look at life through the lens of a child… with laughter (from the small giggles to the ouch I’m in stitches kind of laughter!)
After all, it’s a choice we mothers have… do we choose love in all moments? Can we find laughter? How do we see things? How do we choose to experience both the mediocre and grandiose moments? And finally yet again, is your glass half full or half empty?