It’s another Sunday spring morning and it’s just gone 6.48am. I’m hanging washing in the garden and thinking of how i love the rising sun on my back but how much i long for a sleep in. To just make it past 7am would be ever so revitalizing. The rest of the house sleeps but Tobias my youngest gets me all to himself when it’s this early on a weekend.
Toddlers are extraordinary mini people. Not only are they continuously learning but their intresting to. They fascinate me because they are proud of everything they do!
Just as i finish hanging my washing i hear,
“Mum, mum, mum, come and wipe my bum, I’ve had a poo!”
The intensity and illatedness that he shouts this with makes me chuckle as i walk to the bathroom. On entering he bunny hops with his bottom in the air ready for my motherly toilet tissue wipe.
“Look at my big poo mummy! Do you like it?”
Laughing again i reply “off course i do, your very clever going to the toilet on your own”. With that gentle reassurence he flushes the toilet and skips off to play.
Heading back to the kitchen to tackle my mound of jobs my heart is warmed by his innocence. That’s all they need these little humans, reassurence, time and love.
For all the moments like this morning when he tipped a full tub of chocolate milkshske out before I’d even had a cup of tea. For all the sleepless nights, lack of sleep ins, tantrums over Lego being the wrong colour or watching finding nemo, bing, chuffing Mr Tumble or slime videos on repeat for a week. And battling relentlessly every day to make brushing teeth fun their vulnerability and charisma makes it all worth it.
The questions are tireless, these small people can ask more questions than my brain can process in a day. There inquisitive thoughts are comical, literal, peculiar and often as parents we struggle to even fathom how to ‘correctly’ answer these tiny people that are absorbing everything around them.
One thing as a mother i am sure on, is regardless of how exhausted i am, i am proud that i am the one that gets to answer all of these big, little questions.
For whilst he is only three he only looks up to me. Before society starts to imprint other answers and try’s to stir this thought patterns, it is i, who he believes has the answer to all off his learning. This morning he taught me that this is just another reason that makes being a mother extra precious.
Written for Tobias, Inspired by Tobias on a beautiful June morning.
By Francesca Shaw
The Wise Womb Woman 
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