21/04/2026
Today felt… easy.
It flowed in a way that motherhood doesn’t always.
My 2.5 year old is just magic.
There were so many moments that filled me with so much love I could have cried. It reminded me of those early newborn days - lying in bed for hours, just staring at him, completely in awe, the light filtering through the window.
It looks different now.
We don’t spend hours in bed - we spend them outside, playing, giggling, just being together.
But the feeling is the same.
There was a moment on the couch, reading together, the sun coming through the window, his blonde hair glowing in the light.
He called me “mummy honey.”
Asked me which truck was my favourite.
We pulled faces.
I melted.
Later I spun him around the lounge room and we ended up lying on our backs, side by side, just quietly being.
Then he snuggled into my chest.
“We have turned our heads and are looking at each other, Mumma.”
“We are, aren’t we baby.”
So many soft eye gazes today.
I know motherhood is exhausting. Overwhelming at times. So much to hold.
But then there are days like this.
Moments like this.
The kind of love that feels almost too big for your body. The kind you can’t fully explain unless you’ve lived it.
It really is the most powerful, beautiful love.
And I feel so grateful I get to experience it with him.
