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Shout it from the Rooftops!

I just had a friend come up to me and say “forgive me but I have to boast”, and then proceeded to tell me about her daughter’s most recent accolade in high school. She was bursting with pride, the happiest I’ve ever seen her, and yet she blushed and hurried her way through her story, apologising the entire time. And I started wondering, why did she feel she had to hide her Mama pride?

I am a self-confessed, full-blown, overly emotional, involved Mama. I categorically state that I am helicoptering the shit out of this gig, and I feel absolutely no shame about it! I want to be there for it all, to see every milestone, to celebrate every achievement, to wipe away every tear. I am in LOVE with being a Mama, and I don’t care what anyone thinks about that!

I have celebrated absolutely everything in Bella’s life! She is an only child, and the first grandchild in our families, so spoiling her is pretty high on all our ‘To Do Lists’. Whether it was getting her first reader, or trying watermelon for the first time, or receiving a certificate for loyalty and kindness in Prize Giving, I have been known to scream with excitement! And then I share it. I tell people, I send messages on WhatsApp groups to friends and family, I Instagram about it, and I revel in celebrating all of her big moments. And when she has bad days, like when she struggled with tantrums, or battled with a friendship at school, or when she used unkind words, I revel in those moments too. Because life is beautiful, and then it’s messy, and then it’s beautiful again. And it is ALL worth noticing!

Yes I may be over involved. And yes I know that millions of other people have kids too. And yes, I even know that this ‘big’ moment may not be that big for you. But I do it anyway. Because I want her to see me seeing her. I want her to always feel that I’ll be by her side, for the beautiful as well as the messy. I want her to see that feeling all the feelings is good, and that no matter how small her achievement, or how bad her worst moments are, I am her Mama and I am right in it with her.

So my advice for all you Mamas – don’t hold back! Share your story of the first time your son slept through the night, the day your daughter had her first sleep over, when your son gets into the rugby team, or when your daughter aces her science project. Share it when they roll their eyes for the first time, or when they first lie to you, when they reach a goal, or when they lose a race. Share their moments, big and small, good and bad, because above all, we should be teaching them that when you stop and look around, this life is pretty amazing!

Here are just a few of my moments of Mama pride…

Walking out of Nursery School for the last time…

Running her first race…

Her first hockey game…

Receiving an award for Kindness and Loyalty at the end of Grade 0…

First day of Grade 1…

After being officially inducted into Grade 1…

After receiving the Smiley badge for being kind to girls who felt sad…

Shout it from the rooftops Mamas!

Xxx

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