A combination of looking through old family photos, Mothers’ Day coming up next week, and reading this blog post has had me feeling a bit sad and nostalgic lately.
My beautiful boys are tall, strong young men now. I am so proud of them, and love being round them and watching them become the people they are meant to be… but sometimes, I miss my little boys.
These were photos taken at a long ago family photo shoot – such a fun day! That was when daily life for my giggly sweet beans revolved around our family unit, when we spent most of our time together. When trusting little hands would hold mine when we had to cross the road, or walk through the shopping centre, because Mummy was there to look after them. When I read them books at morning tea, with cuddles and funny voices. I sometimes still come across a little hand written note saying “I lov you mumy”
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It’s a sweet sort of sadness, this looking back.
This Mothers’ Day I will have journeyed through just over twenty years of motherhood. No little boy cuddles now, but there will be awkward but loving man hugs, deep voiced laughter and time spent together discussing fandoms and telling silly jokes. I am blessed with the company of two wonderful human beans… I may miss the early years, but I’m glad I haven’t missed the years that came after.
I love looking at old photos. It’s important to look back and remember.
I love, even more, looking at what I see now, and remembering to be grateful for all that’s in front of me.
1000 Fields of Roses 
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