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”
Dear New Mummy,
You won’t believe me, but I know how you are feeling. I know that you’ve never felt a love like this before to the point that you can’t even understand how you ever existed before this beautiful little bundle came into your life and nestled into your arms. But you are also tired, so tired, and so overwhelmed. You probably don’t believe me when I say that I know how you are feeling, because no one has ever loved a baby as much as you love your baby. And no one has every felt as tired as you do now. Continue reading “Dear New Mummy”
Since writing my post Confidence in Motherhood// Getting Personal, I’ve had a complete turnaround in how I’m feeling about myself and motherhood in general. I can honestly say I feel like a different person. When I wrote that post, I just needed to get it off my chest that I had been feeling that way. I’ve said many times before that this blog really is like therapy and that session definitely worked. I had so many lovely comments from you all, some expressing concern for me (seriously, I’m fine!) and a lot saying that they had been feeling exactly the same way. Since then I have been making a conscious effort to focus on myself a bit more and that in turn has brought my confidence back up. When I became a Mum I wrongly assumed that to be the best Mother I could possibly be meant that I had to sacrifice every other part of my personality and give up everything else that I loved in the process. It’s that ‘all or nothing’ side of my personality that sometimes leads me to great things but other times causes me to crash and burn. Continue reading “Being Me, Being Mum”
I didn’t ever quite get around to posting my Summer Bucket List Post, but one thing that I’ve had in my mind that I wanted to do with Darcie was to go strawberry picking. I don’t think I’ve ever been specifically to strawberry fields before but I’ve always thought it seemed like a lovely family outing so wanted to make sure we made it happen and maybe it will even become a family tradition. We live quite close to Pickwell Farm where you can go and pick your own strawberries among many other fruits and vegetables so it seemed like too good of an opportunity to miss. Continue reading “Strawberry Picking at Pickwell Farm”
This feels like Dan’s first Father’s Day, we hardly celebrated the day last year as we were still very much in the frazzled newborn haze. I managed to organise a card for him but I think that’s where the festivities began and ended. So this year I want to do it properly, I want him to know how much we appreciate his hard work and commitment to his role as Darcie’s Daddy. So this ones for you Dan, maybe this will be the first of my posts that you read to the end… Continue reading “On Father’s Day”
I’ll be the first to admit that some days I don’t want to be a stay at home Mum, it’s definitely not the easy ride that a lot of people perceive it to be and nothing grinds my gears more than when stay at home mums are talked about in a derogatory way. There are days when I would love to swan off to work in the morning, wear smart clothes, drink hot coffee and talk to adults and then come home to my beautiful daughter who has been worn out all day by somebody else. Ninety percent of the time though, I absolutely love being a stay at home Mum and these are some of the reasons why. Continue reading “Why I Love Being A Stay At Home Mum”
Darcie had her 10-12 month review with the health visitor this morning and I’m pleased to say she passed with flying colours. There was a tick list of things that she should be doing by now and different grades like ‘satisfactory’, ‘problem’ and ‘not achieved’. I was so happy for her to have all top marks and it made me feels so proud of the little person that she is. Continue reading “Proud Mum”
I’ve seen a lot of ‘Mothers Day Gift Guides’ over the past week or so, and yes they are full of lovely things that I would definitely like to receive. However it got me thinking about what would actually be top of my wish list for Mothers Day. Assuming that a two week spa holiday in the Maldives is out of the question, this is what I came up with.
A full night’s sleep. I’m talking a full twelve hours please. I think this should be the two nights surrounding Mother’s Day. Continue reading “What I Really Want for Mother’s Day “
It is International Women’s Day today and it got me thinking all about the little woman that I am raising, my daughter. It’s hard to imagine Darcie as a 5 year old let along a 25 year old but I know that the person she becomes will be heavily influenced by the way that we choose to raise her. There are so many things I want to teach her, while always encouraging her to think for herself and to know her own mind. I can’t wait to see the glimmer of excitement in her eyes as she tells me about something she loves and in turn teaches me things that I have never known. Continue reading “International Women’s Day// The Things I Want to Teach My Daughter”
I don’t care about my appearance as much as I thought.
Sure it’s nice to look nice but sometimes it’s even nicer to be comfortable or to have ten minutes spent watching telly not straightening my hair.
Nobody else really cares either.
The days when I make an effort are the same as days when I don’t. Nobody heckles me in the street for not wearing make up and I have never been shunned at a baby group for my messy hair. Continue reading “Things I’ve Learned About Myself Since Becoming a Mum”