The lovely Pat from White Camellias has started a wonderful but perplexing bloggers tag in which us Mothers have to list 10 reasons why we are indeed rocking motherhood. The fabulous Squirmy Popple tagged me just before Christmas and it has taken until this crimbo limbo period to get me actually writing this post. Thinking of 10 things is surprisingly difficult, probably not a surprise is it? If you asked me to list you 10 reasons I am crapping all over motherhood I am sure I I could bat them off to you in my sleep… anyway that is not what this post is about. This post is going to be tricky, not just because I may struggle to find 10 reasons I am good mum but because I, like many, struggle to blow my horn…
…So here goes, 10 reasons I am rocking the life out of motherhood…
- I speak ‘Zara’. My little two year old has really got her words and sentences underway but they are not always the most coherent, to err say the least. It is not unusual for people to shoot me a puzzled glance as if to say ‘what the hell is she saying’. Low and behold Mumma can translate for you. I mean, who wouldn’t know heh-rents is presents?
- My two are team mummy. My girl is a mummy’s girl and my boy is a mummy’s boy, theres no denying it.
- We do everything. Possibly an exaggeration but we do get out about every single day. It might well be largely for my sanity too but ya know, two birds one stone and all that. They have become soft play connoisseurs, we brave farms, aquariums, zoos, parks, baby groups, garden centres, the shops. Anywhere that we can seek refuge.
- They are never short of love or affection. My grandma once said to me ‘we’re not a very affectionate family’ and she was right, we’re not. Those who know me know I am not a hugger, I am the one who brings the wine and bitches about the knobhead ex husband with you. The sympathy hug, I am probably not your gal. My children however are showered with love, cuddles and kisses all day. They are never without physical affection and I intend to keep it this way. They love them a mummy ‘duddle’.
- I know those two little terrors inside out. I know when something makes them happy, or is pissing them off (most of the time). I know what they like to eat, when they like it and how they like it. Again most of the time, sometimes there is just no predicting the toddler hourly taste bug change…I know what ‘heh-rents’ they would or would not like for Christmas. Sometimes I think I know what they want before they know it themselves.
- ‘Your children are a credit to you’. ‘You’re doing a good job’. ‘They’re wonderful children, so well behaved’. Are just a few of the nice things that have been said to me over this festive period. They’re not well behaved, not always anyway, in fact they can be total nightmares at times but they clearly put on a good show for others, so I guess I am doing something right.
- I am forever complimenting them, telling them they good, clever, funny, beautiful etc. I may end up with two children who can’t get their over sized heads through doors but ya know its always nice to be told you’re a smartie pants isn’t it?
- They have all my time. Like all of it. From the minute they get me up in the morning until the minute they go bed, unless of course Nanny and Grandad are babysitting in which case my time is spent dedicated to a glass of something cold and preferably bubbly. Generally though, they have all my time, attention and I am at their beck and call to tend to them 24 hours a day…but they are only 1 and 2 so they can’t do an awful lot for themselves…
- I am cook, cleaner, mind reader. I am a taxi driver, bum wiper, snot cleaner. I am a nurse, safe place, book reader. I am their legs when they’re too tired to walk. I feed them when they can’t do it themselves. I am whatever they need me to be whenever they need me to be it.
- There is nothing in this world I wouldn’t do to keep them happy, healthy and safe.