It’s mothers day, such a weird day.
I don’t know if I should embrace it or just call it a commersial holliday.
Still makes me think. About it. About my mum and beeing a mum.
So hard and so great in the same sentence.
The photo above is amost 35 years old. My mum with me as a newborn. I love this photo.
She looks so strong and powerful. Like she ruled the whoel world just as she ruled mine.
Now she lives in her home country- Belgium and me in Sweden. We don’t see each other much.
This is one of the first photo’s of me and Della- almost 5 years ago.
Wow- how that love hit me. I never thought it was possible. Love at first sight does exist.
I had a great pregnancy- a piece of cake and the delivery was as smooth. During the pre labor I painted our elevator in the appartment building where we live and then I like farted her out in less then 2 hours. I thought other women was wimps because they complaiend about childbirth. It was so easy for me (haha I’m truly sorry).
And then the big love hit me. I was never really interested in kids before and then she rocked my world. Such an other dimension of life.
Della my love- you are my shining star!
By the end of 2009 it was time again.
In the photp above Beppe is like an hour old. I just had a shower and started to realise I am a mother of two.
He was a week behind schedule, I had severe SPD, sinusitis infection and broke a rib or two from caughing too much. There was snow everywhere and I was down on my knees before it even begun. Still it only took two hours but it was damn hard. And I broke my tailbone and my husband burned me with a warm towel during labour. When I think about Dellas entrance to this world was with a choir singing and candy was beeing tossed all around and big smiles all around. Beppe’s entrance was hard, cold and quiet. I don’t remember much. He came, we stayed in the hopsital for a total of like 10 hours, went home and wondered what happened.
Today he put some playing cards between his toes and said. -Mummie look. He kind put up a little show for me. He’s a little person now. My little boy.His special agent name is Robusto.
I remember looking at Della before he came- wondering how the hell I would, could should have place for someone else to love. It was beyond my imagination.
The crazy thing is that I never even realized that they would fall in love as well. I only thought about siblings as the fighting kind.This photo is from the first moment they met.
Well, I can asure you, the fighting is happening a lot as well. But she is truly his biggest heroine and she would do anything for him.
Oh now I have to go and watch them sleeping.
Tomorrow – I’m back to deco-stuff again!