I wrote this tonight while watching over one of my autistic children after an especially scary night terror.
I heard myself saying over and over, “I’m here. Mummy’s here. I’m here,” and realised it’s something I’ve been saying to my children a lot lately; it says so much about where I am in my parenting journey and where we are in our relationships.
My mantra for this year. Because I am here
At night, when you cry out in your sleep.
If you need a hand to hold,
someone to sit and watch over you.
I’m here. In the morning, when you rise with the sun
grumpy and slow to wake
or excited for the day ahead.
Either way, I’m here.
All through the day, when you have great adventures,
when you climb, when you trip and fall,
when you jump and dance, and explore.
When you’re scared and overwhelmed with this world,
and change, and new things.
When people are too much.
When you learn new things and try new things.
When you’re finding joy in familiar things.
I’m here.I couldn’t always say that.
So now I say it all the time.I’m here. I’m here. I’m here.
Mummy’s here my loves.
My mantra for this year.
Reassurance for you
and for myself.
An offering of my presence.
Hope for forgiveness.
A wish to start afresh each day. Together.