It is an amazing blessing that I get to care for little people, with no one telling me what to do, no one checking on me to make sure I do an okay job, and they actually like me! Even love me. Love me enough to make me billions of cards and letters, give me hugs and kisses, and scream "mummy" from the top of the stairs beyond the baby gate, when I get home. Every time. Every. Single. Time.
But I have these horrible moments. When I dream of being a person somewhere else. Anywhere else if I'm honest. Like when everyone is sick. Which is code for "haha - no sleep for you!!" And the days that just seem to blend together with endless washing, cleaning, and food preparation. Not to mention the whole I-have-to-bring-them-up-to-be-nice-people-one-day pressure. Sometimes it seems to me that my children totally plan parental sabotage. One child brings home an award saying "improvement in" (yay!) and another child is found throwing gum boots on the roof! Sabotage. *Deep breath in, and out.*
To me it seems that parenting will forever remain an ocean.
There will be days I will be left sunning myself on the sand, watching from a distance with a smile on my face as my little (and not so little) ones do no wrong. Playing, running, laughing, and collapsing on the sand together, feeling like the happiness will last forever.
And then the tide will come in. That overwhelming, I-can't-do-this moment as the water flows over me at a time when I least expect it, and I struggle to reach the surface. The times when treading water is the best I can hope for. And drowning feels like a real possibility.
But I know the tide will always change. Parenting will always change. And that's a great thing. Especially to this mum, who is significantly outnumbered.
The following posts are all about parenting. Supermummy days. And not so Supermummy days.
Enjoy reading.x
The shaky lipped girl and the one she adores the most.
Sometimes winter isn't only for learning endurance. And the best pear tree teepee ever.
Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo. The moment I will have forever.
How I learnt to be a better parent in one moment. And the rewards of putting one simple thing into practice.
You already are, And when the surface fades away.
Playing homeschool mum. Helping a child gain understanding in Maths.
I have stopped asking my children to clean their rooms. Completely stopped. The story.
Finding something so small. And tears.
The missing, the clarity, and the return.
The specialness of a daddy. The sacrifice and adoration.
A beautiful ad about dads. And my kids are in it!
The hardest part about being a first-time parent. And why we joke about changing nappies instead.
15 tips that might make parenting a little easier. But as we are all different, maybe just 5 or 6.
The smell of the sea. And finding peace in the sand.
Making one child feel special. Only 5 minutes and the happiest of smiles.
Dancing and motherhood like breathing. And travelling back in time.
The parenting tide. And waiting for days on the shore.
The most important thing I need to remember when I am feeling frustrated with my children.
A letter from a tin of baby formula. To a mum who is not happy about it's purchase.
The needs of children: 'fair' is not 'equal.' Evening things up with little photo books for two.
Three things many students and parents want from teachers on the first day of school.
When grumpy mummy left. And lovely moments to finish their holiday.
How to ensure your child will be a great reader.
Slow Saturday. And why I choose to tell all.
Memories. Children and the growing up that I love and hate.
Making the best decision for my child. And realising what is most important.
Motherhood, expectations, and noticing wonderful.
Learning to write. Helping children to write at home.
All the years. And what my children will grow up knowing.
Very true.
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