I’m feeling a bit lately like I want to say something big, or profound, or write the sort of piece that really resonates with people. But the words just really aren’t there.
Things are good with us at the moment. Busy, but good.
And between writing for other people, afternoons spent in the car ferrying the littles around, and y’know, all the other mum stuff, I find that there’s not much room left in my little head for wise words.
I was always reluctant to label this little space as a ‘parenting blog’, although I suppose it kind of is that really. I think I’m always panicky that reading that term, people will expect it to be a guide on how to bring up children, a bit like Supernanny online, or something like that.
But I am no expert on parenting. I’m definitely not. What you’ll see here are two parents who love their children in the way most others do – fiercely, unequivocally, and just wanting the very best for them. We are just muddling through really, hoping for wisdom when we need it, and trading time to ourselves for Phonics practice and Ballet shows and Minecraft discussions (which apparently I ‘still just don’t get Mama!‘) Just trying to mess it all up as little as possible.
I think we all find our own way, don’t we? Eventually?
Mind you, every time I think we maybe, sort of, have it sussed, there’ll be a curve ball. It doesn’t do to be too complacent with kids.
Well – that’s my excuse for living a good 98% of the time on the edge of panic, and I’m sticking to it. 🙂
And then there’s the guilt.
There should really be a separate chapter on this in all the baby manuals, because I reckon when they hand you that squishy, soft little newborn loveliness, you also automatically get a big dollop of the G word.
Guilt that you aren’t breast feeding, guilt that you are but they JUST WON’T SLEEP, guilt that you are still in your pyjamas at 12pm, guilt that you left the nappy that little bit too long before changing, guilt that you don’t spend enough time with your other half, guilt when you do, guilt that the kids watch too much TV/IPad/Kindle, guilt that the hoovering isn’t done and the bath has a swamp-like ring around it. And it goes on and on.
My three will now say things like ‘But Mummy, you never play with us!’ which – let’s face it – is like a dagger to the heart of a guilty mother. It makes me want to weep. And so I try to schedule it in between Biff, Chip and Kipper, the Irish Dancing pick-up, and making the tea. And then I’ll forget to find the library books in our jumble of a playroom, and school will send home another reminder. Or we’ll find ourselves cobbling together something ‘cook from frozen’ for dinner, because I’ve forgotten to defrost the burgers. I’m telling you now lovely friends – in my experience something will ALWAYS fall by the wayside.
I’m pretty sure none of us can master it all. I’d love some tips if you’re one that can!
So yes, nothing profound here. Extracting one cohesive thought is challenge enough, as I think is evidenced perfectly in this big rambley ramble. 🙂
Sorry about that.
Oh, but here are some pictures from a few weeks ago, when we went for a walk up at Belfast Castle. I totally forgot to share them at the time.
And looking at them again makes me realise – just for a second – when I see happy faces and healthy, thriving little bodies,
That perhaps I’m a bit silly to be sweating the small stuff.
And that maybe, in the vast, complicated scheme of things,
We’re not doing such a bad job after all.