Mummmmyyyyy!!! Nothing in the world provokes a stronger reaction in me than hearing this cry. At a certain tone and pitch, it causes me to leap out of my chair, vault over unsuspecting obstacles and rush to my child’s side in a heartbeat. But there are other times, particularly when it’s repeated at five-second intervals, that hearing it makes me want to hide under my bed – for the entire afternoon! When my children were learning to talk, I was so eager to hear them say my name. Now? Not so much.
One of the most challenging things for me as a mum is how much my kids need me. As an introvert, I need space and quiet built into part of each day – a fact in direct conflict with my children’s needs. Many days I feel like a magnet – wherever I am, there they are. Even in my most sacred of refuges, the bathroom, it’s hard to get more than a minute or two without hearing them call my name!
The other day, as I was trying to accomplish a few things, it became obvious that my kids only wanted to be wherever I was. As I struggled to be patient with them, I reminded myself that the days may seem long, but the years are short. In my mind’s eye, I fast-forwarded just a few short years to secondary school (or earlier!) when the tables may be turned and wherever I am is the last place they want to be! I put my to-do list aside and focused on my kids, thankful for the change that a little perspective could bring.