Mother’s day

Didn’t really know what to expect from this day. In Hungary we celebrate Mother’s Day in May so I really had no clue this was happening in March here in the U.K. I even booked myself for a vintage fair with a friend. Obviously I cancelled that one to spend the day with my family. 

So as I mentioned I didn’t know how should I feel about my first Mother’s Day. I kind of was hoping to feel something big. 

And actually it was big. My hubby was really thoughtful. He planned everything in advance and wanted to surprise me. So in the morning when baby woke up he took her out then they returned together and baba was holding an envelope, addressed as “Anyu”. This means mum in Hungarian. This is the word I use to call my own mum. There are many other words you can say like Anyu, anya, anyuka, édesanya, édesanyu, anyácska, mama, stb. But I use the simplest: anyu. And so did my hubby.

 He wrote that card on behalf of Joy and it was so sweet but somehow seeing that word on an envelope and knowing that this time Anyu stands for me touched me deeply. Yes sure I am called as mum and as Joy’s mum as not many people like to experiment to pronounce my name. So yes I started listening to the word mum but doesn’t really mean too much. On that Sunday morning seeing that word had changed something inside me. It burnt itself into my brain. I’m anyu. It made me cry. Not sure why. But I felt that in that moment I became a real mum and what is more complex I felt I became one with my own mum. I felt all her pain and happiness with my own joy and sorrow. I also felt I became one with all mums of the word. This is how miraculous it was to read this word in my own language. It just resonated very different for me. Not like the English word: mum. It was a very special and unique moment. Sacred if you like. 

So this happened on my first Mother’s Day. 

Of course there was breakfast to bed and rose to make it nice. 

And more flowers in the living room then went out for lunch and all these things were sweet. But the most special moment was the above described. Anyu. That’s who I am. Anyu, I get you now. 

9 months passed by

Time flys quickly especially if you are having a good time. It’s spring now. The trees are in full blossoms and the unknown bush under our windows are fully flowering. 

Yeah yeah yeah she is still not sleeping through the night I’m still breastfeeding a lot at night to keep her asleep, I’m still tired and sleep deprived but who cares when a 9 months old little cuteness smiles at you during the whole day with showing off her two newly grew teeth. 

My love is growing continuously. Day after day I am marvelling on your beauty on your kindness on your happiness on your smile on your cuteness on your honest personality. Day after day I’m discovering how many new things you can do. By now you can sit up from lieing position and shuffling so fast that I almost have to run after you. Started lifting up your bum and trying for real crawling. You definitely copy me. Whatever i do you try to mimic. Hm well if it’s like that I must be a happy person as your main daily activity is smiling and laughing 🙂 what else should I say? I love you to the moon and back.