Today I enrolled Little Miss in primary school for next September. Big school. And my heart skipped a beat. If I thought it was bad her starting Montessori, then I’m going to be a mess when she joins the líne with her little friends. Her school uniform perfectly straight and ironed in those first few weeks, socks pulled up to the knee, shoes polished and oversized bag on her back. A right of passage. Growing up.
They say that when a newborn baby is on its way to a family, that older children may often regress into babyhood. Talking about the impending arrival, buying nappies and supplies and witnessing a whole new level of babyhood can be confusing for toddlers and young children, especially children who have never experienced a new baby invading their space before and don’t know what to make of all this change. We’ve noticed over the past few months, that A has started regressing in a playful manner as she alludes to being a baby again, using a soother, talking in goo-goo gaga language and wanting to be held and cuddled like a baby. It’s quite cute… once we don’t let it get to far and become an issue. So, she’s regressing a little. That’s perfectly fine since her world is about to be turned upside down, but we’ve noticed one other thing. B and I have regressed a little too.
After an unplanned week off from all things blogging, the In Conversation Series was unfortunately stalled for a week. However, I am delighted to bring Oana to your attention, who is a beautiful Mum both inside and out, and a great parent blogger also over at Blondie Mommy’s Stories. One of the best things about doing this series, is meeting so many amazing parents who understand the worth and power of sharing their experiences through their writings. It’s hard work being a blogger and raising a family but we understand the hardship and still enjoy being apart of this blogging world. Read on to see what Oana has to say on the future of her son and her hopes and dreams for him.
Today, Momma Bear and Papa Bear have realised something. Something that has crept up on us as we’ve lived and loved our days. Something that really shouldn’t have been so shadowed and hidden. And yet, it feels as though change came knocking, unlocked the door and gracefully let itself in without us knowing. Today, change gave us a bruising. A slap, right across the face. Almost a wake up call. Don’t miss these days, these hours, these seconds. They will soon blur.
I’m a mother two and a half years now and I think…. I think, I can finally say I’ve gotten used to this parenting lark. My husband of ten years, B, and I are lucky to be the ridiculously proud parents of a daughter who amazes and surprises us every day. A little girl who got us through some interestingly tough years and helped us power through to where we are in life now. Watching her grow and learn and laugh (my god that infectious laugh), has taught us so much about ourselves as people and parents.