Motherhood is a strange animal. From the first shock of holding our newly born baby we can feel like we are riding a tidal wave - we barely have time to think. At 17 months old, it feels like the storm has settled in our household. Yes, Bobby usually wakes up once a night for a milk and occasionally wakes up a second time for unknown reasons. We still have the odd bad night and we are now at peace with the fact that meal times and getting out of the house are not quite as simple as they used to be. But for most part, we tick along merrily. Where there is quiet, the chaos of our mind kicks in again and I have been thinking about my role as a mother. Obviously the usual parental guilt is there, but I find myself thinking at times that I still don't feel like a mother, and I wonder when this magical feeling will kick in full time.
Nearly six months ago, back when I first started this blog (I've been blogging for nearly six months?!) I posted explaining that we had taken Bobby out of child care. This was by mutual agreement with the childminder, as he was too upset when he was there and they could not look after him. We are still unsure as to what happened, as he started off perfectly happy there, but either way it was for the best. It has now been almost half a year since he left, as we decided to give him a rest from it all. I was in my last couple of weeks of university at that point, so my husband booked a few days off to look after him when relatives were unavailable, but I have had him most of the time over the summer holidays. I return to university to do my masters in a couple of weeks and Bobby has been back in child care for a couple of weeks. He seems to be coping better than I am!
Before having children of my own, it never occurred to me that there would be a problem with little boys playing with dolls. To be honest I had never thought about it, but now that I have it is obvious that little boys should be allowed to play with dolls. They will likely find themselves looking after babies when they are older, as a father or perhaps as an uncle, even simply as an older brother. Allowing (and even encouraging) boys to play with dolls is a healthy thing - but there still seems to be stigma around when it comes to toys. This is especially apparent in the shops when there is a significant divide between girls and boys toys. Fortunately, there are companies and individuals out there that are actively working against this stigma. Laura, the creator of Under Rainbows makes beautiful Waldorf inspired dolls that can be enjoyed by both girls and boys. I had a chat with her to find out how she became involved in making dolls, promoting dolls as toys for both boys and girls, and what the future holds for Under Rainbows.
As a still relatively new parent I know that I have a lot to understand about parenting and I know that some of the choices that I have made (and continue to make) have caused others to disagree with me. What is more is that I am not making these decisions because I am a new parent and don't know any better, I am making them because I feel that they are best for my child. This makes things worse. However I never argue with those who disagree. I don't want to fight with others about my parenting choices, so with this in mind - what do we do when others disagree with our parenting choices? What do we say?
A couple of weeks ago I posted a blog talking about an idea I had: wouldn't it be funny if our children could blog - giving their point of view on our parenting blogs. Those of us that have parenting blogs write about the antics of our children all the time, and it made me think what it would be like if they could post their own opinion. Actually letting them post on our blog may not be the best idea, especially if they are actually a baby, but I thought it would be fun to write a post as if my child had written it. It has been fun to imagine the voice of my child and the things that he would say. Of course you could have your child write a little something if they are old enough. This will also be a great opportunity to promote each others blogs.
Just over two weeks ago, something amazing and rather horrifying happened. On the verge of walking for so long our little boy just took off - he was actually walking! A lot of people told me this would happen, one day he would just be off and he would never look back - but I didn't believe them. My first thought was 'Oh my Gawwwd!' My second thought was, 'Time to get the reins out.' Luckily, we bought some Trunki reins back in November during the black Friday sale, so whipped them out and gave them a go. Here is my review.
There is many a parenting manual out there instructing us on the best way to raise our children. The manuals very often contradict each other and parenting gurus come and go, leaving your average parent feeling overwhelmed and confused. So you may not be impressed when I tell you that there is a new parenting guru in town. Did I mentioned that he is a cartoon character?
It's a bit more of a serious post today, but something that I feel is important to discuss, particularly in today's' world - violent toys for children.
When it comes to comparing toddler behaviours everyone is very quick to compare horror stories of The Terrible Twos. But no one warns you... no one ever says anything about the terrible ones.
This post was originally going to be a serious one, reflecting on the times when it feels like you're having more bad parenting days than good, when it feels like life is a constant battle. But things have been so heavy of late, what with politics and really awful stuff happening in the world. So I thought, what the hell, let's look at the funny side of our bad parenting days. Here are my top 10 moments when parenting sucks. Enjoy!