Trip of a lifetime.

Next week I am off to China with my Mum for 9 whole days. Yep. 9 whole days without Buddy. The longest I have left him since he has been here. I don't just want to do this long talked about, planned trip. I need to. To feed my soul long after she is gone. You see, my Mum, has for the entirety of my lifetime and most of hers, suffered a chronic illness, one that will most likely take her before her time. And well before I am ready. I have known this for my whole life and never does the thought get any easier to bear. 

We have talked about travelling together ever since I was little.

I remember her saying to me when I was 17, if I saved my part-time working money up enough to pay for a flight to Europe, she would cover the rest and we could have a magnificent trip together. I didn't. I squandered it away on clothes and other completely frivolous things (OH! if only I could go back and kick my 17 year old self up the BUM) and I completely let her down or so it felt. 

This is somewhat an apology and a dream come true for us both.

Yes, I am a mother BUT to feed my soul I am also being a daughter for 9 whole days. 9 perfectly planned, happy, memory making days with my Mum, the greatest lady I will ever know. 

To be your Mummy.

So here I am. Another "Mummy blogger". Writing my first blog. Scary. Exciting. A memory keeper for my little family. I'm Narda and I'm 2 and a half years into my mothering journey; to Buddy, my son, my love. An energetic, loving, sometimes challenging, little chatterbox (I can hear a collective agreement from all Mother's of toddlers). I want to record our journey together so I can, when I'm old and demented, look back and laugh a big belly laugh, cry and remember what it was like to be his Mummy when he was 2 and a half. 


Our life together started here. September 17 2009 at 3.04am. Our first moment together.

Buddy, what I want to tell you right now.

You were here and you were mine. I was so overwhelmed to hold this precious, little bundle of you that the tears started, from Daddy too. We have both loved you from that first cuddle right there. I remember Daddy whispering in my ear "we have a little boy" and the very depth of that didn't hit me until I wrapped my arms around your pink body and you stopped the screaming, looked up at me, your Mummy, we just stared at each other. Our first moment together. How I will never forget that moment. Ever.

2 and a half years later. Here we are. Our latest moment together.

Such a fun day on a recent little holiday.

And believe it or not I love you more than in that top photo. I didn't think it was possible but I do. And I love you more today than in that photo of us on the beach, taken a month ago. I didn't think that was possible either. Each day with you my love grows, almost doubles, it feels, than the day before. To be your Mummy, is the greatest, most wonderful thing in my life, Buddy boy.