What my four year old daughter REALLY thinks of me…

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1.What is something Mummy always says to you? – Be kind and listen and play.

  1. What makes Mummy happy? – play time, tea time and bath time
  2. What makes Mummy sad? – Not going for a bath, or tea time (eating tea) or go to bed (I think she means when she doesn’t do those things.)
  3. How does Mummy make you laugh? – Being silly
  4. What was Mummy like as a child? – a Silly Billy
  5. How old is mummy? – 35
  6. How tall is mummy? –  (Puts her hand on my head – I’m sitting down)

8.What is Mummy’s favourite thing to do? – Be pretty.

  1. What does Mummy do when you’re not here? – nothing (!!!!!) (WHAT THE…..???!!) emphasis mine
  2. If Mummy becomes famous what will it be for? – Being good.
  3. What is Mummy really good at? – computering
  4. What is Mummy not very good at? – Not playing
  5. What is Mummy’s job? – washing up
  6. What makes you proud of Mummy? – being really really happy
  7. What is Mummy’s favourite food? – Spaghetti
  8. What do you and Mummy do together? – Write together
  9. How are you and Mummy the same? – Long hair
  10. If Mummy was a cartoon character who would she be? – Kate from ‘Kate and Mimim’
  11. How are you and Mummy different? – Eyes don’t match
  12. How do you know Mummy loves you? – happy and smile and kisses
  13. What does Mummy like best about daddy? – being kind and talk to her
  14. Where is Mummy’s favourite place to go? – Church
  15. How old was mummy when she had you? – 24 (Mummy wishes as that would make her currently 28!!)

(Little) Girl Talk (previously known as Toddler Talk!)

10422175_10152863123098628_6408966506118892040_nI’ve had to start renaming these blog posts because at four years old my daughter is most certainly no longer a toddler. Particularly if today’s conversation is anything to go by.

Somehow she had managed to get a hold of my make up bag. I’m normally pretty hot on making sure it’s out of her reach but clearly hadn’t managed today. I was busy feeding my little boy and pretty much spent about 45 minutes coaxing, asking and pleading for her to give it back to me (I’ve seen the state if her toy ‘lipsticks’ and where she applies them, and wasn’t about to let her do the same to mine!!)

Eventually the make up bag was back safely in my hands with only a minimal amount of white eye shadow applied to her forehead and nose. “I just want to make myself beautiful, Mummy.” She says to me as if I was being so unreasonable wanting the make up back. So I explained to her that she has little girl make up she can use (which as soon as she received it, the pastel coloured glossy goo was hastily scooped out and smeared onto every inch of her new doll – everywhere, that is, except where make up is actually meant to be applied. “Mummy, I put make up on her eyebrows and nose because that makes her beautiful.” Uh huh. Yes, whatever you say darling….) and Mummy has grown up make up that she uses, I quickly added so as to confirm the fact that she wasn’t to take it again.

This then lead on to a whole new conversation:

“Mummy, when I a grow nut can I borrow your make up?” (‘Grow nut’ being her word for ‘grown up’ which is a darn site better than a few months ago when ‘grown ups’ were ‘dronuts’!!)

“Of course, darling.” (Little does she know that when she becomes a grow nut, I mean grown up, she won’t want to go anywhere near her boring old mum’s make up!)

“Mummy, when I a grow nut I do lots of things.”

“Yes you will. What like?”

“Like….. I drive a car!”

“Yes, of course you will.” completely shocked at the suddenly sensible ideas that were going through her head.

“I …… could teach children like Daddy.”

“Yes.” suddenly wondering if that’s something I should start to discourage now or a little later in life?!

“I ….. sing songs on the stage at church! Like you, Mummy!”

“That’s a lovely idea, darling.”

“Mummy, what else I do when I a grow nut?”

“Erm, you could buy a house!” with a smile on my face.

“Nooooo, Mummy!” she looks at me like it was the silliest suggestion ever. “Not buy a house, silly! I buy lots of TOYS and PRESENTS!”

Of course, darling, because that’s actually what grow nuts REALLY want to buy if we would just admit it to ourselves!! 🙂

DOH!

That moment as a parent when, you’ve spent all morning in town, ignored funny looks from passer’s by, bumped into a couple of friends, taken your daughter to nursery, been to the petrol station, tried to ignore the funny look from the kiosk lady, picked up your daughter from nursery, had a friend over for coffee, nip to the bathroom and then notice in the mirror…. you’ve been wearing a ‘Hello Kitty’ sticker on your jumper the WHOLE day!!!!

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Consider it all joy

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I came across this post in my journal from a couple of years ago, but it’s message still rings true to me now.

I’ve always struggled to understand why we have to ‘consider it all joy’ when we fall into various trials (James 1:2). In my experience trials don’t equal joy. They equal anxiety, stress and worry. That was until I gave birth to my baby daughter.

Since becoming a mum I’ve been overwhelmed by the love that wells up inside me for her. I find myself gazing at her when she’s sleeping and laughing at her cute giggles, even when changing her dirty nappy at two O’clock in the morning! Sometimes I could cry I love her so much.

Alongside this overwhelming love I have for my daughter, I’ve also been overwhelmed by the responsibility I have as a mother to provide for her needs and give her the opportunity to grow up and mature into a young woman of God. Everyday I’m faced with these challenges of how best to look after her and I’m constantly leaning on God and asking Him for wisdom.

One such challenge has been trying to get her to settle down to sleep at bedtime. For the first few months of my daughter’s life she has had her night time feed and quickly dropped off to sleep. My husband or I would then put her in her cot and have the evening to ourselves. But over the last month or so, every time we’ve put her into her cot she’s started waking up. We would then pick her up and rock her back to sleep only for her to wake up yet again as soon as we put her back in her cot. Some nights it would take us four or five tries before she would eventually stay asleep. It was then occurring to me that Mairi, my daughter, was going to have to learn to fall asleep on her own. Even at four months old, she was going to have to start growing up!

Leaving Mairi to cry herself to sleep was one of the hardest things I’ve had to do since becoming a mum. My heart would break as I would hear her wail and all I wanted to do was run into her room, pick her up and cuddle her. I had to go to God and ask Him for the strength to be able to allow her to learn this important skill. When I did this God reminded of the verse, “ My brethren, count it all joy when you fall into various trials, knowing that the testing of your faith produces patience. But let patience have its perfect work, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking nothing” James 1:2-4. Not only was this situation a trial for me hearing my baby cry, but it was also a trial for Mairi being left on her own to cry herself to sleep. However, in leaving her for a short period of time she would then learn to fall asleep on her own allowing her to begin to grow up and become more independent.

Once I received the revelation that putting Mairi down for a sleep was an opportunity for her to mature, I actually started looking forward to and getting excited about nap times and bedtime. I considered it a joy that Mairi would get the opportunity to begin to grow up.

Now, I understand that not all the trials we go through in life are as small as the one I’ve illustrated here. God allows us to go through much more challenging situations such as the loss of a job, divorce or the death of a loved one. It’s often difficult to find ‘joy’ in these tough situations. It may even feel as if God has left us when going through these difficult times. But God promises that He will ‘never leave us or forsake us’ (Hebrews 13:5). Mairi may have felt all alone as I left her to cry herself to sleep, but I was actually just at the other side of her bedroom door ready to go in and reassure her when I felt it was getting too much for her.

God is our Father, and His love for us is even more perfect and complete than my love for Mairi or any other parent’s love for their child. In all the trials we face, God is with us. As we trust in Him and remember that He hasn’t left us or forsaken us, then we can grow stronger in our faith giving us a deeper and closer relationship with our loving Father.

No, Mummy, Mix!

One of the funniest things I see my two year old daughter do are the things that she’s copied from me. Simple things like flapping her clothes or dolls blankets in the air like I do with washing straight from the drier or the line.

Big girl with Mummy's shoes on

Big girl wearing Mummy’s shoes

One of the first times I realised she was watching me was when she only about 13 months old. I got out one of my saucepans and a wooden spoon and banged it for her like a drum. She looked at me with a puzzled face and said, “No, Mummy! Mix!” and then proceeded to stir some imaginary food in the saucepan.

No, Mummy, mix!

No, Mummy, mix!

On one hand I’m almost flattered that she wants to be like me. But on the other hand, knowing that Mairi is watching everything I do and say as an example for herself to follow, has really made me think twice about what I say and do and how I react (or overreact!) in certain situations.

It reminded me of something I saw on facebook: