Every day I watch my children getting a day older.
I watch them growing, without realising they are growing… until that piece of clothing becomes too small. That outfit doesn’t fit. I hear “Mama my shoes are hurting”.
Then it hits me- BAM.
As I’m tidying their rooms and finding discarded toys that they’ve now grown out of. When the baby is getting her sister’s hand me downs and I can’t comprehend that they were last used over 5 years ago. 5 years!!!
Then it hits me- BAM.
As I walk into my eldest’s room whilst she’s sleeping and look around. I see Barbie’s, Monster High, Perfume, Roald Dahl books, real writing not squiggles. I see her fast asleep in a high sleeper bed. I see her school uniform ready for the next day.
Then it hits me- BAM.
When I look at that school uniform and think how it wont be long before she’s heading into year 2. YEAR 2! How her first day at school is long gone and the school run is the norm.
Then it hits me-BAM.
When that baby photo pops up on timehop. I start to reminisce and think of times gone by. Memories that I still feel too young to have as distant memories. Memories of a baby that are blurring with her baby sister’s memories. Memories that don’t feel like they happened six years ago. I look at pictures where at the time my eldest looked so grown up, but now she looks so young. Pictures where I was pregnant with the youngest before anyone knew. Pictures of me heavily pregnant with the youngest. Now she’s one and not even really a baby anymore.
Then it hits me- BAM.
Christmases, birthdays, Easters, holidays… Pretty much any celebration we’ve had.
Giggles are turning into laughter. Crawling is turning into walking and climbing. Words that have turned into sentences and stories. Nursery rhymes that have turned into chart songs and dance moves.
Each BAM is like I’ve been electrocuted. Volts running through my body. My heart. I feel a twist in my stomach and an ache of longing for time to just slow down.
So many days I’m just waiting for bedtime. I’m tired, I want a break and the pressure from every day is immense. But each day that I’m waiting and counting down the hours, I’m wishing time away that in a few weeks I want back. There has never been a truer quote than ‘the days are long, but the years are short’.
I think about my own childhood memories and where I was 10 years ago, 15 years ago. It makes me feel funny because although I don’t want to go back there, I can’t quite believe that time has passed so quickly. I think about old school friends and how my own daughter is making these memories of her own right now. I think about my parents and how they must feel to have grown up children and now grandchildren. I wonder if they feel the same as I do about time.
I think back to meeting my husband and how we spent our time before we had the girls. Our wedding day and each significant moment we’ve created together.
I find myself looking at my eldest daughter more and more and whilst my heart swells with pride, it also feels like someone’s squeezing it until its about to burst. I look at my youngest and see that fluffy haired baby morphing into her sister. I see me and my husband getting older. My parents and grandparents. Our friends.
Television programmes from when I was a teenager that are now played as the old shows- how I remember watching different old shows that are pretty much nonexistent now! Old songs that me and my friends hung out to, made mix tapes of, danced to at the Friday night disco. Changes in technology, phones, home décor.
Then I’ll hear a little voice or feel a little hand that will bring me back to the present and I remember that despite not wanting to say goodbye to today we still have lots more memories to make.
Just before Christmas I was in touch with lots of businesses as part of my advent calendar giveaway over on my Facebook page. After chatting with one lovely lady in particular, she offered to send me a pram liner and pram hood lapelle (aka hood trim).
Anyone that knows me will know I jumped at the chance as it wasn’t just any pram liner and hood lapelle… it was lambskin and faux fur!
I had been eyeing them up since I found the page Gabe and Grace and was planning on treating myself, well the pram… *ahem* after Christmas.
Not only did they look absolutely beautiful, they looked so cosy and the lambskins help to balance baby’s temperature in changing weather- so despite being fluffy, they are perfect for any season!
I received my gift within a few days… and oh my!! It was packaged beautifully with some lavender and a wicker heart and the lambskin and lapelle were gorgeous. Enclosed was a card that simply said: ‘Thank you, You are appreciated x’ which was extremely heartwarming and made me feel fantastic.
Of course I put it straight on the pram and was absolutely made up with the results.
Bunny loved the feel of the lambskin when I put her in the pram with it on for the first time- I think it was a shock for her going from the Silvercross foam liner to this plush, cosy lambskin!
There are a range of colours available but after a tough decision, I went for this platinum grey lambskin and soft grey lapelle and the two compliment each other perfectly.
We are still using our lambskin and lapelle and I love it just as much as when we received it- this is by far one of my biggest recommendations for anyone that likes this sort of thing.
Thank you Gabe and Grace- I love your products!
Gabe and Grace are specialists in nursery lambskin products and only sell the safest and best quality merino lambskins. They use Merino lambskins as they are the softest wool fibres and regulate the temperature for your baby.
They are made to fit any pram, carry cot and some car seats and have bespoke harness slots.
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You, Mama, are enough.
You may not feel like it- especially on the bad days. You may feel like you’re just getting by. Some days you might feel like you’re just simply surviving.
But why did you think that that is not enough?
These should be the days where you’re amazed at all you’ve managed to do.
You are enough.
When did it get to this point? When did it get to us not being enough?
When did it get to us having to spin E V E R Y plate going to be enough?
Enough is getting out of bed in the morning. Enough is feeding your kids, and caring for them- meeting their basic needs. Enough is loving them. Enough is making the sacrifices for your kids that you do, that you don’t even think about, every single day. Enough is tucking them in at night after counting down the minutes to bedtime, then wanting to give them one more cuddle. Enough is wanting the best for them. Enough is losing your shit and then feeling guilty.
You are enough.
So when you look at ALL them other Mama’s who have got their shit together and are being all awesome, they are looking back at you and thinking exactly the same thing.
The only difference is we all have different shit going on a different times.
We N E E D to change the way we think. We need to loosen the pressure of ‘enough’ and focus on what it really means.
Where does this pressure stem from? …
J U D G E M E N T
We’re so frightened of not being E N O U G H and being judged for it that we’ve forgotten what enough means. We’re so frightened of not being G O O D enough and being judged for it that we’ve lost sight of what good enough is.
We’re SO frightened of doing it W R O N G that we try T O O hard to get it right.
Enough IS enough. Fact.
Who’s with me?
We recently got sent a birthday box from Red Beau for Bunny’s first birthday! Wrapped with a big red ribbon, it immediately caught her eye and she was very excited (and eager) to open it!
As we opened up the box, inside of the lid it said in big letters ‘Happy Birthday’ which was a lovely touch and instantly made me smile!
Full to bursting of goodies, Bunny loved getting stuck in to explore what was inside… which, I’m not going to lie, so did I!
So after we had a good route, inside there was:
* Pom poms
* Foam star stickers
* 4 Felt pens
* A party blower
* A bracelet that you can scratch using the writing tool to write/ draw on.
* A wooden fairy door to decorate
* Fairy dust
* (omg wait for this…) A unicorn horn. Yes you did read that right and I can confirm it is AWESOME!
* Party streamer
The only thing Bunny wasn’t keen on was the party blower- I have no idea why but she hated the noise!! The Wildcat of course took great delight in blowing it every now and then to annoy her…!
We had lots of fun not just exploring the box but playing with/creating everything inside for days (if not longer) afterwards. It was a brilliant birthday surprise!
There’s all sorts of different boxes available which all look amazing as well as some really good party blog posts. Go ahead and take a look- I can guarantee you will you find something that takes your eye!
It’s a big thumbs up from Me and Bunny!