I woke up this morning and realised that its been a long time since I’ve blogged on how amazing I think my children are. Too often its easy to focus on the negative, on what’s going wrong in life rather than the positive. Whilst I know most mothers are very proud of their offspring I wanted it captured here for reasons of posterity, and if anything should ever happen to make them doubt it, that I completely love and adore my three kids!
So here goes… I have a big boy who is now six, who is funny, charming and clever. Yes he can throw a strop that rivals some of the very best prima donnas but I am still one of his favourite people to hang out with, his curiosity and wonder of the world is inspiring and every day he does things that amaze me in a good way. I love his new interest in pop music and seeing him dance with wild abandon in his room. I love hearing his thoughts about the world and how he’s beginning to work things out. His determination to overcome any challenges life throws at him makes me very proud and when I see him sitting on the sofa reading a book or working hard at his swimming I see just how much he’s growing up and becoming an even lovelier boy.
My lovely daughter is feisty, funny and very independent. I love the fact that she’s kind but also pretty tough living as she does with two brothers. Her giggles along with her singing make me smile every day as does the very sweet way she ‘mothers’ her brothers, particularly her twin brother who she helps put on shoes, get his toothbrush and tuck into bed. I love her very unique sense of fashion and that she has a certain flair that I am sure will stand her in good stead in the world. From being such a tiny little person at birth she’s grown into a very brilliant determined little girl who can rise to pretty much any challenge, from being the fastest person on scooter, foot or bike to making friends with every girl she sees out and about.
Last but by no means least my youngest son (by a whole 2 minutes) is a gentle soul, another giggler but far quieter than the other two. I love his cuddles, the way he holds my hand when he’s eating his tea and his surprise and delight when I live up to his expectations (yesterday, for example, he asked for burger and chips for tea so I made them for him from scratch and when he saw my home-made offerings he kissed me and said “it was the best tea ever”). I love his quirky sense of humour and the fact that when he thinks no-ones watching he will bust out all his moves to Tree Fu Tom. I love how proud he is of himself when he recalls all the features of the Fiddler Crab and the way he glows when he plays a ‘grown up’ game with his brother and holds his own.
So there you have it, rather than the Ranty Friday post that I had planned instead this is in honour of my lovely children. I feel very lucky to be their mum.