Laced With Magic

The days right now consist of a lot of the mundane.

Changing nappies, wiping faces, finding breast pads, routine swaddling, cleaning sheets, soaking stains, hanging washing, using washing before it’s put away, finding sippy cups, sterilising breast pumps, feeding snacks, assembling something edible for dinner, scrubbing elephant shaped plates, bathing them, bathing them again, picking up toys, picking up clothes, picking up crusts, picking up everything for everyone.

But the mundane is laced with moments of magic.

The little loves that come when you’re feeling down, the “luff you mum” when you least expect, the infectious smiles which make up for everything, the late night snuggles which calm you as much as them, the sibling hand holds which make your heart melt, the little noises which echo like a lullaby from the bassinet, the new words which always come too early, the early morning bed parties that warm your insides as much as the sheets on which you lay, the little hands which reach for your chin while you feed them, the way they look at you for the longest time without needing a reason, the pleasure they get from something as simple as splashing bath water.

Some days it can be hard to see the magic in the mundane. Exhaustion, overwhelm and hormones can rid you of that.

But the thing about motherhood is that even if the lace is invisible some days, it’s there every day, holding the moments of mundane, madness and mess together.

And when you see it, no matter for how long or how often, it’s what holds you together.