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Having a little human follow you around can get tiring. What really hits the tiring game out of the park is when we try too hard.
Too hard to be perfect. Too hard to do it right. Too hard to “be the best role model”.
A cheat sheet for non manic parenting.
Curly hair deserve some extra love. I’ve been wanting to do this for a very long time. Finally, we took the leap.
Look closely. While my child screams and runs off in anger that would shame animal rights supporters marching at Knightsbridge with bloodied fur around their necks, you will find another human offspring rolling on the floor in the distance. Almost looked for her mum to suggest swapsies!
I wrote this somewhere in February then forgot it in the drafts. That in itself is a lesson to be learnt. Never put kindness on the back burner. It is the only thing worthwhile you can teach your child. Help them grow a beautiful heart.
Reading with a baby, especially if you can’t quite hand your child off to anyone, gets more difficult as the offspring grows and develops a love for ripping paper. It’s a constant battle between do I love my child or do I love my books and it can go either way if you’re me. I steered clear from making that choice for a while until this past month when there was truce on the battlefield.
I keep assigning gifts and favours to celebrated days and my lover laughs at me. The fact is, we don’t love each other because we share gifts. We buy each other the most obnoxious crap only because we love each other. Valentine’s Day or not. All kinds of lovers surround me. So do my special deliveries from Kickstarter.com
Park is usually a constant in a child’s life. Except when you are born to hermits who love their nooks and books. Then it’s an expedition. My poor, forever Vitamin D deprived kid has a go at the Park Baby life and goes a little nutsy, making (non) snow angels in clumps of weeds and grass amongst other fun stuff.
As eager as you are to write your own story and walk your own path, some things must wait for my heart is poorly and my arms weak. I still need you breathing in my shoulder and teething on my chin.
Just a tad longer…
No. Like REALLY have kids? Or even just a child? Then prepare to change your life as you know it an entire 180 degrees. It’s an exhilarating ride but you gotta be a sucker for change!
If I’d get a nickel every time someone asks me to have another child, we won’t need to worry about Sass’s college money. However, in addition to retaining some semblance of sanity in my own life here is an unusual one that I wish to do for my child by keeping things single. Oops. Simple, I meant.