Before I became a mother I have to admit that I was pretty self-involved. I didn’t realise it at the time of course and I really wasn’t blame – I just had so much time to think only of myself. My view of the world was eternally optimistic and I had no time in my life for the hardships of others – close friends and family excluded. Outside of work, my worries were extended only to my closest relationships and my biggest quandary was what to wear out on Saturday night.
Becoming a mother has made me so much more compassionate. These days I can sob at an advert and want to reach out to complete strangers in the street if I see them having a bad day. The little things don’t matter any more and I’m so much more grateful for everything and everyone I have in my life – life seems so much more precious somehow.
Suddenly I’m not the centre of my world anymore and I feel so much more vulnerable every day. Vulnerable because I don’t feel I can always be in control – I know that I can’t wrap my daughter up in cotton wool and it worries me that I won’t be able to protect her like I want to.
I worry about the world I’m bringing my daughter up in and constantly think about what the future holds.
And I worry that I’m not smart enough to educate her like I want to – which is to question everything she reads and hears in this world and realise that nothing is black and white, everything is grey. There are a lot of blurred lines and there are always two sides. Compassion and understanding of others is so important.
World Vision recently got in touch to ask me to support their Our Kids campaign and share the last time my daughter needed me. The aim is to raise awareness of the contrast between what our kids need in contrast to those kids living in developing countries. My initial response was to ignore the email, I’m so busy at the moment. Perhaps before I became a mother….
In our house we’re in the midst of potty training. For the first three days I thought we were going to have to give up – Taylor was happy to sit on the potty (obsessed actually) but just didn’t seem to understand when she actually needed to go. I was getting a little tired of the constant demands for “wee wee!” when no wee wee was anywhere to be seen…but on the fourth day she cracked it.
Her little face when she saw her little puddle in the potty was sheer delight and I was proud as punch. Now she can’t wait to come and show me every time she does her business so that she gets showered with praise for her achievement. We’re so lucky that weeing on the potty is all we have to worry about this week…
In developing countries, there are children who are fighting every day just to stay alive. I can’t imagine feeling so helpless as a mother if Taylor lacked even the basics vital for survival – food, water and shelter. We take this for granted everyday. World Vision are asking bloggers to share their stories to help spread awareness about sponsoring a child in need. You can find out more here…
When was the last time your child needed you?