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!
Join the discussion and tell us your opinion.
Thank you for such a beautiful post! I felt the very same when Charlie my eldest was born – bam this overwhelming love for this wrinkley blinking bean in your arms is amazing. And again 20 months later when his brother Rufus was born. Both different births, both incredible experiences. They are now best friends and brothers together in every sense of the word. Your mama looks proud and strong – I see it in you too! Happy Mothers Day! Lou xx in the UK we had this day back in March. x
Lou – great to hear take care of your boys!
Awww thanks for sharing!
Happy Swedish Mothers Day
LOVE PEACE enJOY
Thank you for sharing such a beautiful and personal post. My daughter is almost 2 and I remember how stunning it was to feel that tingling sensation of new love. I was bouncing around on clouds again, just like when i had met my hubby 3 years prior.
What a beautiful post, Isabelle!
Being a mom is such a gift! They learn about you and you about them.
They look very happy and that’s the meaning of being loved!
Happy Mothers Day!
such a great great gift. Crazy. xx
Beautiful story, thank you.
so glad you liked it!
Wonderful stories …. and you look so great in both pictures & above all , happy ! From one mama to another , well done!
Men herregud! Nu sitter jag och gråter på väg till jobbet (första dag på nya jobbet och jag har nu mascara på ansiktet, tack). Så fint skriven! Syskon kärlek är helt fantastisk.
You sweet thing. inte gråta men fint- tack!
Beautiful, thank you for sharing. Like you I’m torned between the “mother’s day is a load of commercial crap” and “awww, but this really deserves celebrating”.
Julia – garanteed woth celebrating but not just because you have to I guess?!
Så fint skrivet. Och underbara bilder. Jepp, tårar här med. Men tårar av glädje över hur fint det är med ungar. Och så mycket kärlek det finns!
Min första son, som snart blir 4, knockade mig också, fullständigt.
När lillebror Bose föddes 2 ½ år senare var kärleken lika stor och självklar, men liksom förälskelsen inte lika intensiv. Den har i stället kommit nu, när Bose blivit 1 ½ år. Det är som att det tagit lite längre tid att lära känna barn nr 2, eftersom man inte har samma odelade tid som med den första.
Men vilken lycka att ha dessa två olika men ändå lika ungar, så underbara och speciella på sina egna vis. Och syskonkärleken (och bråken) är en sann fröjd att få uppleva på nära håll!
Häligt att höra Nina, älkar barnhistorier! kram tillbaka
Vilken fin kärleksförklaring till dina barn! Bedårande! Sen hajade jag till när jag såg första bilden på dig och Della, den där hundfilten. Sån har vi också, kvarleva från mannens barndom:)
Tack – filten är min gamla från när jag var liten!
Gracias por compartir este hermoso y personal post con todos tus lectores!!!
Awwwww! Mother’s day in the States is May 8th. My daughter was a surprise gift 33 years ago. I’m just the opposite, I always knew I wanted to be a mom, and I fell in love with her the first time she moved. You never fall out of love either!