I really enjoy writing these round up posts of things that have made me happy this week but I lost track of them somewhere in November. However, now that Blogmas is here and I’ve rediscovered my blogging mojo, it’s time to bring them back. So here are ten things that have made me happy this week:
1. Darcie’s advent calendar
I’ve done Darcie a toy and book advent calendar again this year and so she gets to unwrap a little present each day in the run up to Christmas. Every morning it makes her so happy to open up the parcel and see what’s inside and I just know that she is going to be overjoyed on Christmas morning when she gets to open a lot more than one at a time! Continue reading “10 Things That Have Made Me Happy This Week 09.12.17”
Today I took Darcie to a Halloween themed session of a baby and toddler group that we go to every so often. The class is a structured one with singing, puppets and musical instruments which I first started taking her to when she was around four months old. Sometimes she loves it and wants to go off and get involved, and other times (most times) she just wants to cling to me and will even cry and seem scared when she is shown the puppets or encouraged to get involved. Today was one of those days. She clung to me and got upset if I tried to put her down with the other children, She cried at the ladies fancy dress costume, and she was only really happy again when the class was over. You could say she gets ‘shy’, but I hate that word, because she isn’t a ‘shy’ kid. She is loud and outgoing and will happily play with other children, it is just in these structured classes that she seems out of her comfort zone and for some reason it is difficult for her to get involved. I don’t know why she is like this. The rational side of my brain says that clearly these classes just aren’t her cup of tea. She prefers the freedom of a playgroup where she can do her own thing and interact with other children as and when she wants to. But the doubting, mum guilt ridden side of my brain tells me that I’ve done something wrong. It’s my fault. It questions whether I’ve done enough to socialise her. Would she be more confident in these situations if I’d sent her to nursery? Continue reading “We All Doubt Ourselves Sometimes”
A couple of months ago Darcie and I were playing in the lounge, she was bringing me books and toys and we were throwing her ball around. Then she just randomly came over to me and gave me a cuddle, for just a couple of seconds before toddling off again. That was the first time she had ever done that of her own accord, with no prompting or encouragement. She had done it because she wanted to. In that moment I thought to myself ‘this is what being a parent is all about’, ‘this is what makes it all worth it’. There are so many experiences that we all go through as parents that make us stop and think ‘wow, I really am a parent now’. These rites of passage, as I have decided to call them, come in all shapes and sizes, the good, the bad and the downright embarrassing. I thought it would be fun to list some of them on here and we can all see how many we can tick off. How many levels of parenting have you completed according to this list? Tally up your number and leave it in the comments below. Continue reading “Parenting Rites of Passage, How Many Can You Tick Off?”
I spend a lot of time on this blog talking about how amazing Motherhood is; the things I enjoy the most, the beautiful everyday moments and the tips and tricks that I am learning as I go. But today I thought it was time for a dose of a different take on reality. The other side of the coin. The brown grass on the other side. Here are my ten things that I really, really, took for granted before having a baby.
(Disclaimer: I obviously love Darcie to bits and wouldn’t change a thing...except these things. I’d like these back please) Continue reading “10 Things I Took For Granted Before Having A Baby”
I recently wrote a post Dear New Mummy that was shared on Bump, Baby and You and became my most ‘viral’ post so far. It was shared nearly 500 times and had thousands of likes and comments from women saying that it was exactly what they needed to hear and that it had brought them some comfort and reassurance. This was amazing to me; I love that a blog post that I wrote on a random stroke of inspiration ended up resonating with so many women one way or another. Head over and read the post if you haven’t already but here is a section that sums it up:
“You’re going to be bombarded with advice over the next few weeks, months and probably years of your life. You might not want to take on any more, but if you listen to one thing, please let it be this.
Hold your baby. Cuddle them in close. Bond with them. Forget about everything else right now. You and your baby are the centre of the universe. Please forget about the housework; the cleaning, the tidying, the food shop. If you have visitors coming over, let them help you with it all, and if you don’t have many visitors coming then who cares what the house looks like anyway. You will only get this time with your child once and you will kick yourself so hard if you don’t make the most of it.” Continue reading “I’m So Done With Competitive Parenting”
Today a child bit Darcie. It was the most heartbreaking moment I’ve had since she has been born. Even writing that makes me realise of course how lucky I have been with her so far, but that doesn’t take away any of the emotion I felt today. Continue reading “Mama Bear”
Recently I’ve been thinking a lot about how much we expect from our children. We expect them to be hungry at a time that is convenient for us, we expect them to want to sleep at a time when we want to sleep and we expect them to like certain toys and games. But the thing that has been bothering me recently is how babies are expected to show us how happy they are in the form of smiles and laughter, all day, every day. From the moment that they first show us that gorgeous smile they are suddenly expected to smile on demand. Every stranger that pokes their head in their pram is looking for that gummy grin and every well meaning relative that brings them a new toy wants the acknowledgement of a giggle. But what if the baby doesn’t want to smile at a stranger? Or what if they are tired and don’t want to laugh at a new toy or a game of Peek-A-Boo? Quite often that child will be branded as shy or even thought to not be a happy and content baby. I think that people forget that babies are people too, they all have different personalities and likes and dislikes. Continue reading “Babies Are People Too!”