Last night I watched a few old home videos of an infant Ethan and wee Rachel. It feels like yesterday, and at the same time it feels like a lifetime ago that they were so small. Rachel with her funny little English/American hybrid accent and Ethan with so little hair and even fewer teeth. It brought tears to my eyes to remember those sweet, yet oh so difficult days. I miss those years, the ones where I was called “Mummy” and my babies were still babies. The misty morning walks to ballet class topped off with a walk to the High Street bakery for fresh jammy donuts. The late night cuddles and comfort. It is a sweet melancholy this life as a mother.