One of those days where you don’t really fancy leaving the house.
Where you’d quite like to curl up underneath the duvet and wish the day away.
Where you’d happily sob in the darkness and safety of your bedroom until you felt better.
But you can’t because you’re a parent.
You have to be jolly. And responsible. And fun. It’s tough.
When I’m feeling anxious I want to shut myself away.
But you don’t have the time to do that when you’re a parent. Every peaceful moment of solitude is shattered with a cry, a book placed on your lap, or a bell jingled in your face.
Then, in a moment of despair, when you think that you cannot cope with the butterflies dancing and looping in your stomach any longer, your baby sees you looking sad, crawls over and gives you a cuddle. She hands you her bunny and says “Ma”.
That is the moment of clarity. When you realise that, really, all that matters is this little person and the big person you made her with.