Do you ever find it’s so much easier to talk, blog or write about this parenting lark when things are going wrong?
I look back at my blog posts and at least 8 out of 10 times, I seem to be writing from a point of moaniness (I may have just made that word up).
Although life is far from blue, inspiration often comes in the form of a tantrum or head-desk moment from my three year old. Knowing there are others who have been there and HATING the thought of being one of *those* boasty parents, these tend to be the situations I’ll share.
But then I read this post. And I pulled up short.
I don’t want Frog to read back on this blog when she’s older and think “Blimey, I gave Mum a hard time”. Of course – like every mother – there are many times when I want to bite on my hand with frustration at her behaviour, but the truth is she has done absolutely nothing to make me want to do that recently.
So I thought I’d write her a letter.
Thank you for being you and making me laugh. You are a constant source of entertainment for your dad and I, regularly leaving us in stitches at your latest funny story, song, dance or random saying.
Thank you for being so bloody flexible, taking just a week to get settled in this new home of ours. Thank you for being consistently positive and telling us how much you “love Devon”. Thank you for helping us be sure that we absolutely made the right decision to move here.
Thank you for your affection and kisses and “I love you Mummy” moments. Thank you for smiling when strangers stop to talk to you in the street or the shops – your coy waves of goodbye leave my heart fit to bursting with pride, even though I might not show it.
Thank you for your continued lack of self-awareness, so that you’ll think nothing of whipping off your pants if you have a “wedgy” (which you’ll tell anyone who’ll listen, in a typically unladylike manner).
Thank you for being here Frog. You make the colours of life that much brighter.