Today you made an old lady very happy. We went to see my Nana, your Great Nana, she’s nearly 91 years old (that’s 90 more than you!) and has got Dementia which means she has forgotten a lot of things about her life and the people that she loves. It must be a very frustrating thing to live with and she has been poorly with various other things too. She lives in a Nursing Home which is a very nice one as they go but still not as nice as living in a house with a family, the way that we do. It’s hard to know how she is feeling but I expect that she feels lonely and sad a lot of the time. Continue reading “Dear Darcie 28.04.17”
I often think that breastfeeding mothers get a slightly bad reputation, from things I see online and hear at baby groups it sometimes feels like we are seen to be the most judgemental type of Mum. We are seen to be the Jehovah’s Witnesses of Motherhood, knocking door to door, preaching to everyone we meet that ‘breast is best’ and condemning anyone in our path who uses formula. I get where this has come from, because there are a small percentage of breastfeeding mothers who are on a mission to save the world one boob at a time. But the majority of us are not like that, and for anyone who knows me will know I am certainly not like that. Continue reading ““A Breastfeeding Mother””
If you follow me on Instagram or Facebook you might have seen that last week I received a Gousto box which I was very excited about. I’ve known about Gousto for a while and always thought it sounds like a great idea so when the opportunity to try one of their boxes came up I leapt at the chance. Gousto sent me this box to try but this is not a sponsored post and all opinions are my own. Continue reading “Cooking With Gousto “
One of Darcie’s latest tricks is climbing up the stairs. The first time she did it, I blinked and suddenly she was on the first step. It hadn’t occurred to me that she would be interested in the stairs yet so I was totally mentally unprepared for this development and also completely in awe of her and her newfound skill. Watching her do it is amazing and terrifying at the same time. She has totally mastered how to go up but has no idea how to come down. She likes to speed crawl up to the fifth step and then lean back without a care in the world. She knows that we are there to catch her. She has no reason to think she will fall or even any reason to be scared of what would happen if she did.
I love her determined expression as she climbs up, her whole body is only the height of two of the steps and yet she can conquer them in a matter if seconds. It is so beautiful how blissfully unaware she is of any danger, and as a result there is nothing to stop my intrepid little explorer from reaching dizzying heights. Nothing is holding her back, not even me as I hover behind her ready to catch her the moment she gets bored and decides to take up free falling instead.
I think it’s a pretty good metaphor for Motherhood really, and for the type of Mother that I want to be and hope I am already. Aside from totally illegal and immoral behaviour, I never want to be the reason she doesn’t do something or try something, I never want to put my own fears and insecurities onto her. I know she will grow to have them the same as everyone else but I want them to be her own, not mine or anybody else’s. And I want her to always know that when she lets go and needs back up that I will be there, ready to catch her. Of course the practical thing that I want her to do next is learn how to safely shuffle back down the stairs again but I’m sure it won’t be long…!
I currently have 46 draft posts sitting behind the scenes of this blog waiting for their turn in the spotlight. That’s 46 moments of inspiration (if you can call them that!), 46 times sitting down on my phone or computer and writing these thoughts down, and then 46 times of not finding it in within myself to hit ‘publish’.
The reasons for each post remaining a draft differ massively, some are merely waiting for me to check for typos or add photos, then there are the ones that I worry I’m at risk of offending someone or a group of people, some posts about parenting I know some people will just disagree with and some I worry I might come across like I think I am an expert at something when I’m really not. Continue reading “46 Drafts”