Answers to children’s most irritating questions…. WHY? Well, because it is. Because that’s what someone named them. Who knows? I’m not sure really. What made you think of that? I don’t know why daddy always leaves the loo seat up. Beats me. Why are you […]
That moment on the motorway when you hear “Hello Mum!” and realise that your child has escaped their arm straps on the carseat
That Moment when you realise you have a 3 hour car journey and only have one CD with you – ‘Cbeebies Party’
That moment when you know you should’ve stopped at the last services to change their bum, as the next services aren’t for 30 miles and you can smell a poonami occuring
That moment when they drop their toy on the floor and you try to scrabble around with your left arm behind you to find the said toy
That moment when they repeat the above again….and again….
That moment when the ipad battery runs out
That moment when you try and play I Spy with a 2 year old
That moment when they drop their milky drink all over the car floor and you have cheesy smelling car for weeks to come
That moment when they will not believe there isn’t a microwave in the car to make warm milk
That moment when you spot a cow in a field and then they never get to see the cow because they looked the other way and now they are well annoyed and demanding another cow
That moment when you hear absolute silence…..
……because they have systematically taken every wet wipe out of the packet and are eating them
That moment when they fall asleep 5 minutes before you get home
That moment when you arrive and can get out of the bloody car
There are so many things to be grateful for.
Sometimes I have to stop and think about these things when I am feeling a little down.
When I wish life were a little bit different.
When things don’t pan out the way I want them to.
When I wish it was me, but it isn’t.
When I feel overwhelmed with work and being a Mum.
I have to remember that I have a pretty good life.
I don’t want for much. I have a loving family, partner, daughter.
I have my health. I am generally in good health, although I do need to lose weight.
I can go out when I want, I buy myself nice things.
I don’t have to worry about debt.
I have a roof over my head, my own home.
I am loved.
I have so many positives in my life, I need to make sure that any negatives do not outweigh this, or take over my thoughts.
Many negatives are just in my own mind. I need to flip these thoughts and turn the negativity into some positive energy.
I have really enjoyed reading and taking part in Embrace Happy with Karin and writing down my #3goodthings every day.
Karin has written about appreciating little moments this week and this is something I am trying to do.
One example of this was this weekend. Nancy and I were at home, and we put Winnie the Pooh on Netflix. Nancy had never seen it before,many she was mesmerised by the cartoon. As we watched, she hugged me and put her cheek next to mine, asking me questions about the characters as we watched. It was such a lovely, little perfect moment.
I also read Katie Piper’s Book Start Your Day with Katie each morning. Having the thought in my head as I leave the house does help me get into a better frame of mind.
Walking more, getting more active and eating healthier definitely helps me to feel more positive too.
When things get tough for me, or stressful, I have to remember that my troubles are nothing compared to some people living out there. I need to keep in mind the here and now, and enjoy the here and now, letting go of the little niggles and embracing my life as it is. My life now, as it is, is good. And even if this is the best it gets, this is good, it is better than good.
I need to feel thankful, and grateful for my lot. And I am.
Nobody asks for a 2 year old. Nobody gets pregnant and thinks ahead 2 years.
Before, when I was thinking about getting pregnant, and when I was pregnant, all I thought about was babies. Little, chubby little babies. You know, the ones that giggle and laugh through nappy adverts. That’s as far as I could think. Just having the baby was something I could barely contemplate. Giving birth was my biggest fear.
Well, I’ve been there, and I’ve done that.
Not many people talk to you about after babyhood. Everyone loves to coo and goes bananas about babies, feeding, weaning, poo, wee, blankets, toys, winding, baby smells, lullabies – you catch my drift. Having a baby is a total shock, like drowning before being rescued and then taking a massive intake of breath as you wake up to this reality which is nothing like you remember. You wear heaviness like a blanket. But babies are babies, and eventually you do sort of get the knack, even if they throw you a curve ball.
As they get older, people, and advice, start to drift away. Which is nice, actually. Life goes from new to…normal. Having this little person is no novelty. It’s real. Everyone gets to know each other. Lines are redrawn. Lives are adjusted. Babies turn to toddlers. And they start to be….them. A personality, a character. Thoughts independent, unknown and secret. They have a will, and they want their way.
Suddenly, you look down at this little person, with a scarily large head, who’s actually talking to you, and it hits you, you wonder how this has happened at all.
You have a 2 year old. A person. This was all your own fault.
And this is the unchartered territory. This is the bit that I should’ve worried a bit about. When a 2 year old kicks off, no one is there quoting anything at you, you can’t think back to that antenatal class which showed you the correct position to rugby tackle your toddler as they run off in Sainsbury’s Car Park.
This is really when parenthood begins. She’s looking up to me and she thinks I know everything. And I have to pretend that I do.
I never really thought about what it meant to be a parent. The baby bit was all I could even imagine. To be here now, it’s wonderful, exciting, terrifying. I think I’m doing alright. I know there are books and TV shows and yes a lot of great blogs out there I can refer to, but nothing really prepares you for having a little person. Your little person. You just want to make everything perfect for them, and I’m sure, to them, it is.
But I’m cacking myself.