My Little Whirlwind, you turn four tomorrow. Such a big and momentous moment for me, just another birthday as far as you’re concerned. My original plan had been to write you a post every year on your birthday, but, well I’m a bit rubbish at deadlines since having you and I’ve only managed one so far when you turned two, but lets not dwell too much on Mummy’s inability to commit to things shall we, we’re here to talk about you.
Normal service is resuming here on the blog. My power is slowly returning after being sapped in the summer break. Now that it’s October, my holiday to France back in August seems like a lifetime ago, which is essentially what the previous month feels like when you get to my age. My holiday was with my family, and by ‘family’ I mean my husband, the kid, my parents, two older siblings, their respective husband, wife and kids (fourteen of us in total), not many people can say they’d holiday in such a way. It would, I imagine drive some of you bananas but we all get along really well (read as, not in a Waltons-esque way, but we all like a good laugh and a considerable amount of vino). I’ve written two previous posts about our holidays together but this time, having done an epic drive to and from France a few times now, I wanted to write about how we get through it semi-unscathed with the kid in tow.
One thing I like to champion on this site is kids taking part in sport. I think it’s pretty vital for little peoples development and I’ve talked about both the importance of team sport for children, and my hockey club and their colts section on here. Both my husband and I are keen hockey players, and once Olivia is old enough she’ll be wielding a stick (watch out) I also quite fancy her picking up a rugby ball too, maybe doing ballet or learning a musical instrument, whatever takes her fancy because nowadays the opportunities for girls are limitless. I think any kind of activity, whatever it is, can only be beneficial for a child. There are so many different things to try or take part in, and there are endless benefits like learning new skills, keeping fit, burning up all that energy (!!) and learning to listen to, and follow instructions. Olivia’s not quite there yet, but a few of the mums I know have older children and seem to do a lot of juggling with various after school clubs, so how to manage all of this?
One local business owner I discovered on twitter, Aurelie Lepercq founder of TheKidsDo, is championing after school activities in and around my local area. Founded in 2016, TheKidsDo goes beyond helping parents search for after school activities. It uses intelligent technology to come up with perfectly co-ordinated options of children activities across a termly schedule, all in a single view. I caught up with Aurelie to find out her views on after school activities and how looking beyond STEM (Science, Technology, English & Maths) is the way to go.
I’m into week two of the Easter Holidays and boy, am I finding it a little on the difficult side. See, the kids nursery stops for the holidays so that’s me out of my lovely day and a half that I have to myself and I’m not afraid to admit that I’ve found it really tough. That day and a half is when I ‘get shit done’. I write, I edit, I surf the net, I waste time on social media (obvs) I do admin, house-min and most importantly get the chance to sit in a coffee shop uninterrupted. It’s much needed time away from my sidekick, as much as I love her. She’s full speed my daughter, a bruiser in a princess dress, a Duracell bunny, she’s all go and no, I wouldn’t have her any other way, but as we sidled into week two of the break, because she’s with me with 24/7, I’ve been reminded how incredibly moany, whiney, and three year old-esque she is. My patience has worn thin. I’ve uttered more empty threats in the last few days than I have in the last year. The only thing that has been giving me comfort is the amount of other parents I’ve seen muttering and shouting at their own children to, ‘WILL YOU JUST LISTEN!’. Thank god it’s not just me.
Mothers Day is fast approaching and I’ve been thinking about the fact that as my years creep ever closer to forty (I mean, really?!) that I’m slowly but surely turning into my mother. Actually scrub that, I don’t notice it so much, it’s my husband who tells me I am. It’s inevitable really isn’t it what with the DNA and all, it’s something that can’t be helped or stopped, no matter what your relationship. I love my mum dearly, she’s done so much for me over the years, the one I look to for advice but it hasn’t always been this way. We had a rough ride when I was younger. I was a typical teenager and I caused her a lot of heartache and grief, for which I carry a lot of guilt for (it’s okay, I’ll be punished via my own daughter, karma and all that) I used to hate it when people told me I looked like my her but now I love it, I’m her daughter, that’s our eternal link and bond. Now that I have a daughter myself I understand that link that will always be there. Plus I know that I can’t fight it, it’s happening whether I like it or not. I’ve had a bit of a think and here are a few signs that I’m turning into my mother.