PeanutM&M’s Page

Extreme close up of PeanutM&M

My beautiful boy, PeanutM&M, arrived on this planet in the Autumn of 2006. Here is the story of a promise, a pregnancy and a Peanut!

I always knew I wanted to be a sweetmumma, so when M&M and I decided to add a little sweetie to our family, I was buzzing with happiness.

But things didn’t happen quite as quickly as I wanted. Months came and went with no sign of my baby. I felt as if a hole was growing inside of me and nothing but a foetus could fill it! I found myself growing increasingly bitter towards couples who had/were having babies. In truth, it obsessed me, taking over head space and heart space that should have belonged to God, M&M and my fabulous friends.

After living this way for stupid length of time, I realised that something had to change. I did not like this new, most-definitely-not-improved Sweetmumma!

So I prayed – and for the first time in ages my prayer didn’t go “give me a baby”! I asked God to change me, to move my focus off of myself and back onto him. I told him how sorry I was for ignoring him, being a crappy wife and friend, and generally making myself a miserable mess…

The next day was December 1st. I decided I’d start a new Bible study in an effort to show God I meant business. I, randomly, chose an on-line Advent study. As I clicked onto the first page and read the ‘Verse of the Day’, a tingle went through my body:

When it was time for Elizabeth’s [that's Sweetmumma's real name!] baby to be born, she gave birth to a son. And when her neighbors and relatives heard that the Lord had been very merciful to her, everyone rejoiced with her. Luke 1:57-8

I just knew that God was making me a promise. Everything in me relaxed and, in that moment, all the bitter tension dissolved. I felt reassured that it would happen, didn’t know when, but, hey, God did…”When it was time…”. That was enough for me.

You might think I was mad to believe that… or deluded… or desperate. Maybe it was  just a big coincidence? All I know is that by the end of Advent, a tiny Peanut was growing in my belly. Perfect timing. God’s timing.

PeanutM&M's first bath - 1 day old!

PeanutM&M arrived 9 months later, after a wonderful pregnancy (although I did moan a lot – pregnant woman’s prerogative!).  And once M&M and I had recovered from the ‘trauma’ of childbirth (seriously, they should warn you – it ain’t pretty) and adjusted to a life-without-lie-ins, we fell madly in love with this crazy, funny little nut.

Becoming Sweetmumma blew my life to bits – loads of people had told me how much it would change me, but I wasn’t prepared for the total character overhaul!  My heart has been squished and squashed until it’s a soft mush. I cry way too much. I dig deep to find patience I didn’t think I possessed (sometimes I have to go REALLY deep, deep, down). Dirt doesn’t bother me anymore. Shouting/screaming/roaring (don’t ask) wash over me. Best of all I laugh and laugh and laugh.

PeanutM&M and the chocolate cake!

Peanut is nearly 3 now. The fun and games continue. In fact, being his Sweetmumma just gets better and better (except for potty training – that sucks!). He is full of songs and stories. His imagination is wild. He makes friends with anyone he meets. He… I must stop, I’m gushing. Another side effect of motherhood!

I feel the need to warn you in advance that I’ll post loads about Peanut M&M – he is a total inspiration to me. He comes out with some crazy Truth sometimes.

I’m so grateful to God for my prayer-answered, promise-fulfilled Peanut! x