There comes a time when you have to consider what kind of parent you want to be. I read this funny post by my wonderful friend Lucy at Occupation:(M)other about all the different parenting styles and techniques that she’s employed in her three years as a mother and it got me reflecting on what kind of parents we are and what we will be in the future. There are so many labels and groups, countless experts and theories, and I think these labels are unhelpful and unnecessary in many ways. But when it comes to ‘discipline’ and the like, you do have to make decisions about how you’ll handle unwanted behaviour and what approach you’ll take. I don’t think I know many people who follow a really prescriptive approach whether that be Gina Ford, Jo Frost, gentle parenting or any other sort – most of us pick and choose the things that suit us and appeal to our instincts. Not forgetting, of course, that it all depends on the child. You might have wanted to put your kid on the naughty step and then realise that it hasn’t made one single bit of difference to their behaviour… so could be time to rethink!
I suppose that title is a little misleading as, like many people, I felt like a mother long before I actually gave birth. You feel a huge amount of love while you’re pregnant and I think a shift starts straight away. You stop making decisions based purely on your own wants and needs and you start considering your unborn baby: this unselfishness (is that a word?!) continues and increases once your baby is born. But, for the purposes of this, my son is now a year old and I thought it was a good moment to reflect on the things I have learnt in my first year of being a mother.
This is in no way a sponsored post, but I have been the lucky recipient of #MamaMail and recently finally got my arse into gear to send some…and it’s such a joyous thing that I wanted to write about it. Especially at the moment, when so much in the world seems sad and full of hatred and fear. Continue reading
My lovely baby boy is fast becoming a toddler. He’s 11 months old, walking everywhere and showing a wonderful, cheeky, affectionate personality. I always love to think about how traits get passed down in the family and to see whether kids pick up quirks and habits that their parents or other family members have. I thought it’d be fun to reflect on a few of the traits that TM seems to have got from B and I – so far! Continue reading
Eeeek, I’ve only gone and recorded a bloody vlog. The lovely Charlie from Mess & Merlot nominated me to answer the Vogue 73 questions which are floating around at the moment. It was her first vlog too and you can watch it here! It’s a good way to get to know more about bloggers, like any blogger tag. I was intending to answer these questions as a blog post. But 73 questions is, well, quite a lot. Then I was sleep deprived and so made the foolish decision to film myself answering the questions instead. Apparently you are meant to do it all in one take which is handy as I have no idea how to edit. I can’t imagine anybody is going to watch the whole thing as it is 16 minutes long – how ridiculous! I was aiming for 8, I think…HA. Succinct has never been my strong suit. Continue reading
I don’t appear to have a proper schedule for this but I think I’ll probably do a book post once a month. My little man appears to love books more and more as he gets older; I will often find him sitting on the floor looking through a book. It’s the easiest way to calm him down if he’s a bit grumpy – we have a little cuddle and a read and he’s normally back to his cheerful self! This is another load of books from the library, most of them are age appropriate but would work well for slightly older toddlers, too. TM is particularly enjoying books which have flaps that he can lift and reveal things underneath.
My delightful son doesn’t seem to enjoy sleeping in his cot much these days. Like many lazy parents before us we’ve resorted to bringing him in with us, usually in the mornings so that we don’t have to get up at the crack of dawn. With this comes all the delights of being woken up by a mobile 10 month old. It does make me laugh but it’s not the most gentle and calm of wake up calls. I thought I’d try my hand at rhyming again as it seemed to go down well last time. Here’s my little rhyme about how our mornings usually go.