I was recently nominated for the rocking motherhood tag from a friend of mine Laura. Laura blogs over at Five Little Doves and if you have not checked out her blog then please pop over and say hi!
After my nomination I had to think about ten ways I have been rocking motherhood. I wracked my brains and came up with a blank!! I am really not good at selling myself.
Also, this motherhood malarky isn’t exactly the easy gig that I had anticipated. I thought it would be all snuggling up on the sofa reading stories. In reality it is more chasing naked boys around the house, trying to beg them to get dressed because we are going to be late for kindergarten … again!!!!!
However, a chat with my own mum soon set me straight. So, here goes…
Ten Ways I am Rocking Motherhood
I am a cuddly person.
I am actually one of those annoying overly ‘huggy’ people.
This, however, does have its good sides. I am always open to cuddles from the boys. When they are hurt, when they are poorly, when they have done well or just because it is a Tuesday. You get the drift. I am always there with my arms open should they need it.
I am good at making up animal stories.
One night I thought it would be fun to ditch the books and make up stories about the 100 cuddly toys that adorn the boys’ beds.
It has grown from there and now each animal has its own voice and personality. From Crazy Cat, who is always hyper and getting into trouble, to Bear who is softly spoken and kind.
The boys love it.
I am trying very hard to bring them up as open-minded as possible. It would truly horrify me to think that they judged someone for their sexual orientation or the colour of their skin.
I want them to grow up respecting people.
Also, I have tried my hardest to let them embrace who they are! I truly don’t care what they grow up to be, so long as they are happy, healthy and kind.
Never once have I tried to stop them with playing with a toy because it is pink. I really don’t think kids should be put into boxes.
Regardless of all of this though, they have both been very stereotypical boys, they are only interested in vehicles and Star Wars!
Patience… I am not so sure about this one. However my parents said I should include it.
They think I am very patient with the kids – but I definitely have my moments!
I am not afraid to join in with their role play games and have been known to be a little silly. It is not the first time that I have been in charge of flying the Millennium Falcon (the sofa), or had to bat away the sharks from our pirate ship (the bed).
That said these days the boys are playing more and more on their own. They ask me to join in less and sometimes say no adults allowed, which makes me a bit sad.
If anyone needs me I will be building my own fort in my bedroom…..
I am not the best cook. The cooking usually falls to the hubby in our house.
However, baking is a different story.
I am not Mary Berry and I certainly won’t be able to compete with some of the incredibly talented food bloggers out there. But when it comes to baking, as far as my kids are concerned, I am the bomb. Pancakes, chocolate cake, brownies, biscuits and scones can all be rustled up without too much of a fuss. It is a great way to spend time with the kids on a rainy day.
I love my kids more than anything else in the world. My heart aches at the thought of them being sad. It truly hurts when I hear they have had a bad day.
I worry endlessly about if they are ok, especially when they are sick. I would truly do anything for them, and often look at them and wonder how on earth we managed to make them.
I fight with every instinct not to be the jumpy mum.
I know you need to wait when they fall to see what they do. I have to fight everything I have inside me not to mollycoddle them.
And it is really really hard! I want to wrap them in cotton wool and protect them from the world.
If I had my way I would be with them 100% of the time, every second of every day. But I know that it is good for them to be at kindergarten. Good for their social skills and good for them to not have me around all the time.
I am not perfect. Ok, you are probably wondering why that makes me rock motherhood. But here is the thing, I know I am only human. I am also not afraid to tell them I am wrong or I am sorry.
If I tell them something and then realise I wasn’t right, I let them know. I apologise. And, I think that is important.
Everyone has their good points and bad points. I think it is important to recognise that in yourself. It is important to not beat yourself up about it as well (which is a habit of mine which I am trying not to pass on).
I am a twin mummy!
I pushed two babies out at the same time – and that is no joke as they both tried to come out at the same time and got their heads stuck in the birth canal!
Since then, I have cared for two babies, two toddlers and now two preschoolers. And the strangest thing is, when people say to me that must be so hard, I don’t think like that. I see so many positives, they definitely outweigh the hard times.
So there you have it, I am not the best mum in the world but I certainly try my hardest!
I nominate the lovely Kelly from www.kellyallenwriter.com to take on the challenge.