I’ve seen New Year’s resolutions popping up here, there and everywhere lately and some great blog posts to boot.
The beginning of a new year can signify a new start and is always a good time for reflection. But in reality a New Year’s resolution is usually no more than a promise to get around to doing something that we’ve been procrastinating on for some time, often years!
When I was a child my Nana used to have a wooden sign on the wall in the kitchen for my Grandad which read as follows:
So today is my first day back at work and of course that means that I had the roughest sleep ever.
My post about creating a Christmas Eve Box for the kids has gone crazy on Pinterest and it seems mums everywhere are trying to get themselves organised and pulling their hair out in the process!
Last week I wrote a post about gender disappointment and how I had been really sad for awhile while pregnant when I found out that you were not the little girl that I had dreamt about having after my own mum had died when I was only 21 years old.
I certainly could not have imagined just how perfect for me you would be and I’m sorry for that moment of sadness because I had no idea just how blessed I would be by your presence in my life.
Somehow, some way, someone knew just the perfect gift to give me and it turned out to be you.
‘Your boys are going to grow up and leave you and you’ll end up all alone.’
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These were the first words that greeted me one morning at work as a regular client of mine decided to start sharing his ‘honest’ opinions about my position as an all boy mama.
This client was an outspoken regular so I tried not to take it to heart, but as a mum of two boys and no daughters, this kind of comment was becoming a regular occurrence.
‘Oh you poor thing, when are you going to try for a girl?’
‘You must be so sad to only have boys’
‘I would be so disappointed if I had only had boys’
The thing is, most mums of all boys have probably heard all of this before.
I’m going to share the love with you again this week with yet another Christmas tradition. I promise this is the last one I have up my sleeve and I’ve got in early with all my Christmas posts to:
A. Avoid the mad rush and give people a chance to be prepared; and
B. To get in before it gets lost in a sea of Christmas posts!
I found this fabulous calendar on the Friday Favourites of an awesome blog I follow called This Is Meagan Kerr. If you’ve never checked out her blog, do! As a cat lover I loved this cool quirky cat calendar and I want it!
Cats can definitely be furry little destroyers. I remember my cat as a kitten attacking my legs every time I walked in the vicinity of where he was hiding by launching himself at me and grabbing on with his claws! It was not a pleasant phase and my lounge room curtains also got the brunt of his ferocious play, to this day we have tiny pinpricks of light shining through the holes on the odd day we close the curtains during the daylight hours!
But indeed, children can be equally destructive. If I could illustrate I could totally make one of these calendars. I would call it Child vs Parent: Things Children Will Destroy.
A year or so ago I started to hear bits and bobs floating around the internet about this Christmas tradition that entailed a strange little Elf toy moving around the house and being found in fun and strategically set up scenarios for children to find every morning.
I did some research and discovered that it actually looked like a ton of fun, particularly with two imaginative little boys but they were sold out that year so I got in early the following year (last year) and bought one.
Christmas Eve was never an incredibly exciting time in my home growing up.
By not incredibly exciting, I mean that we (my sister and I) were incredibly excited for the following day but we had nothing that happened on that day to be excited about in and of itself or to distract us from the fact that as we slept Santa and all of his reindeer were going to fly to our house, come down the chimney (or break in the door, either or) and drop presents off under our tree.
I remember lying in my bed trying desperately to go to sleep so Santa could come because I was scared if I couldn’t sleep then I wouldn’t get any presents! One night when I was around 7 I could have sworn I heard the sleigh bells flying over head …
When I had my own kids I decided I wanted to do something to make Christmas Eve a significant day for them too, to stretch the holiday cheer out and start a new family tradition. So I turned to Pinterest (as you do!) and discovered the Christmas Eve Box tradition.
