When your baby is born, an invisible bond forms.

That bond enables you to wake up in the middle of the night, every two hours, lift that baby to your breast, feed them, and change them, and lay them back down.

You are tired beyond belief but you keep going, and nothing stops you. You growl at other people who get in your way, but only love is reserved for that little being.

That bond also makes you wake up, when they don't. You lay, listening, seeing if you can hear them.

You think you can't.

You get up, you go through, you stare at them from 1 ft away, you think you can see their chest rising, but just to make sure, you poke them. Just gently enough to make them stir. Strumming their eyelashes is good - the reflex action is enough to reassure you.

As they grow, you fight some of their battles for them. Others you let them fight themselves, to let them grow independent and fearless.

You force them to do things you would hate to do yourself, because you know once they have taken the step and done it, they will be a better person.

Your one wish is to make them strong, and independent, and when that day comes, your heart explodes. Part of you is so proud you got them there, part of you is ripped apart because they don't need you any more.

What you don't realise is that the invisible bond stays there - and even when your baby is man-sized and back under your roof. The urge to go and check the eye lashes is overwhelming.

I'll always be their Mum, and despite their size, they will both always be my babies. Sorry for poking you this morning Boy. :-)