A few weeks ago, Bear & I headed to Southport for a day out with our lovely friends Lisa (from Lisa Cowan Blog) & her little lady. I was totally cacking it I’ll be honest, I was mentally preparing myself for a bus AND a train journey there and back. I only really started panicking about it on the way home but none the less, Lisa kept me distracted, as did the little monkeys. Anyways, we were invited to visit the store and have a good look around, and basically gather our views on it (and it gave us a reason to go to the seaside, though the weather wasn’t too kind). But I shall say, we were impressed. View Post
I’ve mentioned before how much we absolutely adore wooden toys & one of our current favourites is this Noah’s Ark that was kindly gifted to us from Beehive Toys. The Noah’s Ark is absolutely beautiful & I’ve been looking for a really lovely one for so long, I couldn’t not right?! As soon as it arrived in the packaging, bear automatically just wanted to tear it open & get it out. Then while I was looking at the box, he was eagerly trying to grab it from me, clearly excited that he knew he had a new toy.
First things first, this post is in no way intended to shame, criticise or put down any other mums or dads or guardians of tiny humans. I’ve been feeling really crappy lately about life, parenting, myself and all the other bits in between & I’ve just really needed a boost so much. The thing is, the best and most positive thing in my life is Bear. I might get frustrated, I might lose my shit, I might cry. But he honestly completes me in so many ways. He’s turned me into the kind of person I never ever thought I could be. Responsible, selfless, a mother. He makes me so happy (the majority of the time) and I just wanted to document it. A little something for me to read when I’m feeling like I’m failing and brings a little sunshine amongst all of the rain everywhere.
Oh little bear, sometimes you break my heart, and my sanity. I love you so damn much it hurts, but this last leap has been so testing.
Having a 15 month old, I’m pretty used to these mental leaps, growth spurts, the testing times. But this recent one, has brought me to tears, mentally & emotionally exhausted me & wondered ‘what the fuck even is this?!‘ We are now seeing light at the end of the tunnel, ’cause we all know we get there somehow right?! But one thing is for certain, while I was struggling to figure out why my toddler just wanted to bite me, push the boundaries, and whinge more than Bing Bunny does in the space of an 8 minute episode, I knew it would be over soon, and gosh did I wish I drank more wine (it was most certainly needed).
I’ve said before that I’ve been broody for a long time. I felt I was ready for children before my partner & I started a relationship but obviously, I wasn’t going to compromise anything at the time & I was still finishing my studies at college. When we found out we were expecting Podge 5 years into our relationship, I was over the moon to say the least. It was everything I’d hoped for, especially after all of the troubles we faced with PCOS & contraceptive issues. During the pregnancy though, I still felt incredibly broody. My child would be born soon & I just wanted him/her here right now. And then another. It didn’t take long after he had entered our lives that I felt ready for the experience again.