Perhaps a daily blog is going to prove too much for me, and too much for any poor soul who feels such loyalty as to read them, but today, seeing as I have a HUGE pile of laundry to do I have decided to prioritise the blog.... (I wonder if there are any other mothers out there who has searched through a laundry basket at 8 in the morning praying that they will find a school shirt for their child as they have failed their motherly duties of washing clothes!) I stand my ground when I say some things in life matter and some things dont... Molly and I have way too much fun together to remember to do basic chores. So, todays little piece of me (I can sense the anticipation already).... (gosh I hope people realise thats sarcasm and not an inflated ego) I think I have to write about parenting today, and how sometimes the little things that happen can catch you off guard and maybe make you realise that you could be doing things differently (in my case definately "better/differently" ) I was busy attempting to be a loving nurturing mother last night and tucked Molly up in bed at a half reasonable time and read not one but TWO stories (please no one ever tell her thats still less than the average child gets!) So, its lights out time and I tell her Il come check on her in a few minutes, which I duly do. She looks at me with big wide eyes when I go back in and she looks a little concerned so I ask if she is ok. I get a little nod in response so I wander off. A few seconds later I hear a little sob emerge.... now anyone who knows my daughter knows she isn't the "little sobbing" type. Its is either full volume or nothing... so at this point I get worried and stomp back in demanding to know what the matter is. Well my inquisitive little darling starts of by saying "sorry mummy I did'nt mean to!" in between little hiccups of tears, and it was only then that I noticed she has managed to completely and utterly wedge her little finger into a hole in her dollhouse next to the bed and could not get it out again. I wrestled with the finger for a full five minutes before managing to remove it from said hole in dollshouse, and I honestly didnt have even the smallest most fleeting fantasy about having to call the lovely firemen to help me. Anyway, when the tears had subsided and the giggling (on my part) had stopped, it dawned on me that she chose to lie there with her finger stuck rather than call me for help. I know Im not a hideous parent, but I think in that moment I realised that my reactions must sometimes be overwhelming for her, she assumed I would shout or be cross so she didnt ask for my help. Today I vow I will think before I speak to my molly. She learned the lesson of "not to squeeze body parts into tiny gaps" which is to be fair a childhood rite of passage, and I learned that if I dont start being more approachable around my daughter then she simply wont approach me.... on that note I am going to do some washing so that she doesnt have to suffer the further humiliation of going to school in her pyjamas tomorrow. |
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