As a parent, you can often find yourself focusing on what you may perceive as parenting fails; you fret over the days where you shouted a lot, gave them chicken nuggets and chips again, you didn’t clear your laundry basket or you were too shattered to play pretend doggies for the nineteenth time. It sometimes is easier to focus on the negatives then stop and celebrate your parenting wins. As parents you are on duty 24/7 from the second the word “positive” pops up on a pregnancy test. Even when you aren’t with them physically, your mind never stops.
Tantrums are hard. Physically, emotionally and mentally for all involved. Charlie never really was one for a public meltdown but my girls seem more than happy to perform in public. With twins, the ratio of a public tantrum on any outing is definitely doubled meaning that it’s rare any day out doesn’t result in a momentous hissy fit over something incredibly trivial. We have had tantrums over putting a shoe on the wrong way, the wrong colour cup, unbuckling a belt and the main catalyst for any tantrum lately – having their hair brushed. Oh I am so evil daring to ask them to tame the mane but P1 will not let any hair brushing event go unnoticed.
Three and a half. What a wonderful age. They are old enough to know what’s going on and interact. They’re out of nappies and whilst testing their independence, there’s nothing like running back to Mom and Dad. Days out are easier as you’re not loaded down with a changing bag and the kitchen sink to keep them occupied. Life on a whole seems that little bit easier. Unless you have a three year old diva.
November is upon us already and immediately our thoughts turn to Christmas and the New Year. The countdown is on and before we know it we will be in 2017. 2017 is going to be a big year for us. The biggest so far. My babies will be off to start school.
I know it’s 10 months away and this post seems somewhat premature, but I am getting more and more pangs of guilt as starting school creeps towards us. In truth? I wonder if I have wasted our time together. I have been so lucky that I took redundancy when the girls were just three months old, so they have never had to share me. They’ve never had to wave me off of a morning and wait for me to return of the evening like their big brother did. They have had me 24/7 and I have often pondered if this is a good or bad thing?
As soon as you pee in your hand that little white stick and the word PREGNANT pops up, your whole life is about to change. As you wave a pee soaked stick around screaming, the enormity of what is about to happen really isn’t top of the list, as your brain goes into overdrive about due dates, pushchairs, maternity leave, the gender, if it’ll inherit it’s Dads big nose… What you don’t bargain for is five years down the line when your stood on the playground and you yourself feel like you’re back at school. Gulp.
The school playground is a daunting place whether you’re 5 or 35. It instantly brings back all the feelings you experienced as a kid as you stand holding hands with your little mini me. Not knowing anyone is a scary thought, even so as an adult. September is a period new-ness and where everyone is adjusting and getting to grips with our new surroundings. New faces, new routines; sometimes you just want a familiar face to make it all OK. Step forward your new friends for the foreseeable.
We all need Mom mates.