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.
Our week off work has finished and we are wearily and sadly bundled into the car heading to work this morning. Last week was probably the best family holiday we’ve ever had. And to top it all, we were pretty frugal about it. It was once again a staycation since buying a new home last year has zapped all of our finances. In one week, we managed to fit in everything A loves to do. It was a short seven days which when you’re stuck behind a desk at work can seem like a lifetime. For us, this week has flown and boy are we exhausted!
I’m 33 today! Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me. Until I became a mum, birthdays were the bees knees. I would count down to my birthday and always have something planned. I would do my level best to take the day off work and if I was lucky, head out somewhere for breakfast. But since becoming a mum birthdays have changed for me. They are no longer as important as they used to be. In saying that though, there are two birthdays that stand out to me. Two birthdays I hold all other birthday days against and compare them too.
The Grandparent Bond is strong, supportive, and beautiful to watch grow. I have an amazing relationship with my parents. I love and respect them to such an extent that I simply can’t put it in to words. I look up to them for everything and place them high on a pedestal whether they like it or not. When I say these things to them, my Mum would answer, “We’re not perfect”. But I think they are.
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.