This parenting lark is hard work. Just when I think I am doing well, something comes along that gets me questioning what we are doing or how we are doing it. As a woman I find the fact that I am the mother to two boys something of a challenge and a huge responsibility. Now before I continue I just want to say this is not about whether or not it is harder to parent boys or girls.
Before I was a mother I never understood the meaning of mother’s day, well that isnt quite true it was before my boys started making me things. Yes Mothers Day and Fathers Day might be cheesy, but it is wonderful too. The joy of getting something homemade from your children is irreplaceable oh and the lie in is brilliant too.
This year is the first year that I feel comfortable celebrating Mothers Day without a mother. It is over three years since Mum died and yes I still miss her, but I no longer pine for her company like I used to. My new normal is actually becoming normal. Now that is a sentence I never thought I would write!
As a mum of two boys, I feel very strongly that they have respect, understanding and think of girls as their equals. Does this make me a feminist?
I feel that it is my job as a woman, mother and feminist to instill in them that women and girls are their equals. All children, boys and girls, have a better chance in life when their mothers have benefitted from gender equality. Educated mothers are more able to support their families both economically and emotionally. Men and boys are part of the solution.
Today is the first ever International Day of the girl. As a woman this is not something that I can ignore. Worldwide, girls carry the burden of poverty more than anyone and 75 million girls are currently denied an education. What is one of these girls is the woman who was destined to discover the cure for cancer? 75 Million girls are NOT in school, which is about one in three girls worldwide. This is a HUGE waste of potential. They do not have a choice in this, but you have a choice in standing against this discrimination.
What can you do to make a difference?
Sign Plan International’s petition to ask that education be made a priority for girls
“speak out against gender bias and advocate for girls’ rights everywhere” as International Day of the Girl asks you too.
I am Flexible and Flowing I am open to the new and changing. Every moment presents a wonderful new opportunity to become more of who I am. I flow with life easily and effortlessly. This is true for me and many other mothers of children this week, as it will have been the first week of school for many and the return to school for others. it is also particularly applicable as MiniMad has his home visit from the head of Preschool amd one of the other teachers tomorrow afternoon. I had been looking to keep him with me for as long as I could, what with him being my last baby and more »
Today I am I supporting the fab and inspirational Emma from Crazy with Twins who is beating thyroid cancer. I am proud to say that I have met Emma and she is a wonderful person, who is dealing with the challenges this battle brings her in as much of a positive way she can.
I took a look at Emmas Blog yesterday and it had the BEST news ever, her body has shed the radiation so fast she can now cuddle her children again and they can continue being a regular family (well as regular as you can be with twins and an illness).
However, I am aware that the results of the treatment will not be know for the next six months, but I also know that going through something like this can change your outlook on life and give things much more clarity.
My experience has taught me to find joy in the everyday. To make the most of the small things that help me get through each day and then to find three things at the end of each day that I am grateful for.
Spring The Small Stuff
The smell of freshly cut grass. The sound of all the local lawn mowers on a Sunday afternoon. Listening to the shouts and giggles of children playing outside. W watching the seeds we planted start to sprout. Earthing up the potatoes. Using up the last of the kale by making homemade kale chips. Lighter evenings. Waking to the sound of the birds singing. The boys running in after school and then running straight out again to play with their friends.
Wild Garlic and Bluebells. The leaves on the trees all being green. Blossom on the trees. Cherry blossom on the floor like confetti. The whole family washing the cars together. Theme parks in the sun. Sand in my toes and sun on my back. Spring tides and large waves. The promise of more to come.
Washing blowing on the line. less ironing. lighter weight coats. Putting away all the winter hats, scarfs and gloves and getting out the sun hats. Rubbing sun cream on to the soft, soft skin on my children. Sewing later and longer thanks to natural light! Watching Dr Who together as a family. The anticipation of camping trips. Day trips to the seaside. Icecreams. The sound of the ice cream van. The smell of BBQ’s. Spring Birthdays. MOthers Day. Fathers Day.
Finally learning how to crochet (fourth time’s a charm). Buying fabric for new quilts. Finishing existing quilts. Plotting, planning and designing new quilts. Going to my sewing lessons. Plucking up the courage to go to the WI! Watching my children take turns at cooking. Eating child baked cakes.
Waking up next to the ones I love. Hands to hold. Comfortable silences. Laughing at bad films and enjoying good films. Family movie nights. Board Games. Bruised little legs in short trousers, especially school shorts! Early nights in fresh bedding. Good books. Washi tape. White Walls. Yellow. Daffodils. Tulips. Good tea from china cups. Good friends. Great family.
Reading books out loud to my children. learning something new. Challenges. Even more yellow. Craft swaps. Writing letters. Receiving letters. The sun. Scented candles. Pims in the garden with my family. Instagram. Pinterest. Blog comments. Being able to wear standard sunglasses. The fact that I impress my children that I am not scared on roller coasters. My boys telling jokes that are funny and make sence (it has been a long time coming).
My boys are growing up and are now eight and nearly seven and what we need in a family car has changed dramatically since they were newborns. However, it is not always financially possibly to buy a new car at every stage of childhood, so I thought I would put together a guide to what to look for in a family car detailing what we needed and why at what age. At the moment I am lusting after a new Honda CRV, especially after being in a friends on Mothers day at Maxi’s football match!
There is nothing better than collecting the boys from school and them being really excited. “I have something in my bag for you Mum”, “So do I”. As we get near home the boys get even more excited about it “I can not show you, it has to be a surprise” and the two of them whisper conspiratorially to themselves.
I am smiling big beaming smiles, as I know that Mothers Day is nearly upon us and this means they have both been busy creating their own special card for me.
Queue Sunday morning and the boys excitedly come running in to the bedroom with a cup of tea for me and their cards and jump on the bed and tell me all about their cards. Maxi explains he drew round his left hand, but turned it over once he cut it out, so it looks like his left hand and how I have beautiful brown eyes and love heart lips for kissing. Mini excitedly tells me he did all the cutting out himself and used a punch to make the tree. He used zigzag scissors to cut out his label.
What more could a mother ask for on Mothers Day?
We have a fantastic art gallery near us called Arts Bank (yep it used to be a bank and now it is a gallery). It is somewhere both me and the boys love to go. They have five floors of artwork and also a fab cafe on the ground floor. We visited again recently and I was inspired by some patchwork that we saw to make Fabric Patchwork pots (we gave them to my MIL for Mothers Day, so I didn’t want to spoil the surprise as she reads my blog)!. I am also on the lookout in the charit
he shops are filling up with card for Mothers Day and each time I see or hear it mentioned it brings a lump to my throat. For the first time in my entire life, I do not have a mother to celebrate on Mothers Day and that makes me unbelievably sad. I want the world to stop and take notice of me. I didn’t want to my my mother in law a card, although today I did and to give MadDad his due, he said thank you and then made me cry by saying he understood just how hard that was for me to do.
Summer holidays, you either love them or hate them. I am never sure about which camp I am in. I love spending time with the children but do worry about the cost of summer activities. I relish not having to get up each morning and giving up the school routine, but I don’t like hearing the words “I’m Bored” That is why I came up with the bored jar (about four years ago).
The more I mother, the more I respect and appreciate my own mother. The more I mother, the more I want to tell her just how much my opinion of her has changed. But the gap she has left in my life is more than that. I want to ask questions. Was I really as bad as Mini at getting to and staying asleep. Is Maxi as precocious as I was?
Is there anything better than receiving a homemade gift made with love? This beautiful button bracelet would be the perfect Mothers Day gift or tween craft. I would be delighted to be the recipient of this gorgeous unique piece of jewellery which was made by Utterly Scrummy Food for Family’s daughter. How to make a Button Bracelet
There is something special about picking up a recipe book or a handwritten recipe that is marked with fingerprints, oil splatters and the holds in it all the history of the times that meal has been cooked for loved ones. My mum didn’t have a recipe book, she cooked from memory, she even baked from memory. She was an excellent cook and other than a few notes in an old Mrs Beeton’s Cookery book from 1959 and a Bero Book with notes in and a few pages torn out of magazines. Then she died so suddenly a lot of her fabulous recipes died with her.
I love real flowers, I really do, but there is nothing that makes me smile more than than the handmade ones that grace my desk which have over time been made by my boys. They are often so simple to make, but they last forever and these cake case daffodils are so simple to make, but look amazing. Even better this is a mess free craft.
Who does love a homemade gift. They are much more thoughtful that a purchased one. I love the thought and love that goes into them, plus they are often less expensive too. We have some amazing links to last weeks Fabulously Frugal, so please do keep them coming. I know that these gifts would make a wonderful Mothers Day present. Homemade Gifts