By Jacqui Janse van Rensburg who has lived in Johannesburg all her life. In her 42 years she has been a daughter, a sister, a wife, a girlfriend, an employee and is a CFO, but at last she can celebrate being a MOMMY! You can find her on twitter @JaxJvR
It took us 6 years of tears and agony to finally have a baby at home in a crib, but it is 6 years I would gladly do again. Every night I go into Matthew’s room and I am taken aback as to how beautiful, how perfect he is! My chest swells, and I feel my ribs will break as my heart fills my chest with the love I have for this little person.
In his (almost) 3 years of being my son, never a day has gone by that he hasn’t made me laugh out loud! He amazes me with his knowledge and complete innocence, not to mention his mischievous sense of humor.
For example, we don’t smack in our house, instead we have a “naughty chair”. And although he doesn’t spend much time in it, he certainly knows what it is for. Yesterday morning I caught him throwing spoons full of cereal at one of the cats! “Matthew! Don’t throw food! That’s naughty!” says a very stern Mommy! And in a flash Matthew turns to me and says, “Don’t shout at me! Go sit on the naughty chair!” Of course, I tried very hard to keep a straight face, but I just burst out laughing! The cereal was abandoned to the happy cat, and Mom and Matthew went off to bounce on the bed together instead.
It is also so wonderful to be able to sing “Bob the Builder” at the top of your voice while doing shopping on a Saturday morning, and no one calls the paddy wagon, or even looks at you twice! Why? ‘cause when you have a kid in the trolley, you get to be a kid again yourself!
And so tonight, I will go tuck him in before I go to bed myself, and once again I will give thanks to God for blessing me with this little Miracle Angel that he has loaned to me, so that someone can call me “Mommy”