I have 7 pretty awesome kids - one is special needs. There are days when things fall apart and nothing goes as planned, but even then I'm incredibly grateful for what I have.

During times of sickness, I've been so worried that I thought I was going to pass out. On each of their first days of school (primary and secondary), I thought my heart would break (my youngest starts this coming year and I don't know how I'll stand it). I've fretted over small decisions and spent many a sleepless night agonising over issues like immunisation. After my last child was born I had an awful case of PND.

But you know what? As corny and cliche as it sounds, when one of my little ones throws their arms around my neck or falls asleep in my arms, it all fades away. When my kids achieve something, I experience such an overwhelming burst of pride that I often cry - in front of everyone.

They are truly spectacular beings and yours will be too.