Timing isn’t always everything

Is there ever a good time in life to do anything??
Or do you keep waiting for the “right” time?

Life is a roller coaster of highly anticipated events.
From the moment you’re born, you go through your multitude of first achievements, head off to school, maybe study further and then launch yourself into a job/career/life path.

But if that isn’t enough, your personal life has its own roll of events.

Lots of questions are thrown at you from all those near and dear.
Have you got someone special in your life?
If you have been together for a long time, it’s when will you get engaged??
Once you’re engaged when will you get married?
Once married, it’s the dreaded inevitable question everyone is asked: when are you having kids?

Once you pop out the first one, when are you going to have another one??
Then repeat if there is the prospect of any more rug rats.

And so on and so on.

So you’re probably wondering where I’m going with this (hopefully you’re still reading)….

As always it is related to my beautiful girls, because let’s face it without them, I’m not sure what I’d write about.

They fill my life with lots of fun, drama, chaos, giggles and so much more.

I became a first time mum at 29 and looking back I think I still didn’t feel quite ready.
Hell I’m a mum of two at 32 and there are days I still have no idea what I’m doing.
Like most other mums I’m just fumbling through trying to make it look like I have a grip on things.

It’s not easy raising little humans. I don’t think it matters how much you (try to) prepare yourself for life as a parent, it’s still one of those things in life full of the unknown.

No parent is perfect and neither are their children, good luck to you if you think otherwise!

I’m far from being an expert but I’ve certainly got a small grasp on a few things in the (nearly) three years I’ve been known as “Mummy”.

Well I’m guessing I’ve done at least one or two things right because the girls are still alive (haha!).

Some advice/musings/general ramblings:
-Parenting is hard work and life altering! Like most things in life there really is no ideal time to have children, but they will change your life in good and bad ways.

– It is not quite the same as having a pet, although some days I’m not so sure….

-There is a difference to having a child full time and looking after someone else’s before you have your own.
If we could all try before we buy, it might be a different story (just kidding!).

-Kids will gang up on you, they sense fear and vulnerability! They know when you’re having a shit day and they don’t care so you really have to put on your big girl panties and keep going.

-Toddlers have serious attitude, they will make you question your every move. And yes they will push you to breaking point.
But it’s always great to remind them that you still have all the control over their toys, food and anything fun, some might just call it bribery.

But once again try to remember that when it comes to kids time will fly by. So hold on tight because they do grow way too fast.
Enjoy every kiss, cuddle, whisper and unconditional love like there is no tomorrow but always be prepared for the twists and turns that come hand in hand with raising mini versions of yourself.

And while they never hear the rules you make, you can bet they always remember the promises!!

A new chapter

Life is about to become crazy again.

Not long to go until our cosy little family of three becomes four.

While I’m excited at the prospect of meeting our new addition to the family, I’m a little nervous too.

It’s been just the three of us for so long, it’s hard to imagine a new little personality in the mix.

Not to mention I keep thinking about how Miss Izzie is going to react.

Then there’s the whole idea of juggling two kids.

I’m well aware it’s not a new concept.

Generation upon generation before me have dealt with multiple children under one roof and they have all survived.

Well as far as I can tell anyway.

We’ve been telling Izzie for months about the bubba in mummy’s belly and while she points saying “bubba/baby”, I’m not really sure how much she understands.

Especially when she’s having fun and jumps on me, hitting my belly first!

But I’m trying to remain optimistic about her impending reaction, despite the many opinions flying my way.

I’m already going down the path of explaining to her about how much she can help mummy with the new baby.

I’ve told her she can help put dirty nappies in the bin, give the baby lots of cuddles and help mummy with washing and putting clothes away.

We’ll see how long the novelty lasts!

There’s definitely no guarantees and I’m expecting there to be tantrums and drama but I can live in my bubble of hope….until it all goes pear-shaped anyway.

I guess my biggest fear is that Miss Izzie is going to think mummy doesn’t have as much time for her with a new baby in the house.

Yes I’m probably being silly, but for the past two and a bit years it’s been the two of us hanging out together when daddy’s at work.

We read, play, laugh and have a great time.

I’m going to do my best to spend as much one-on-one time with her as I can, but I know things are going to be different.

Our family dynamic is going to change and that’s the reality of life.

It’s just about how we embrace it and move forward.

Despite my worries and nervousness, I must admit I am looking forward to the snuggly newborn cuddles again.

Team that up with the sweet hugs and kisses Izzie gives me and I might just survive whatever else is coming my way.

I’m thinking broken sleep, piles of washing, a messy house, a cheeky toddler and of course who could forget crazy hormones?!

Somewhere in there might be a disheveled husband….I’ll do my best to be nice to him, haha!

And hopefully we all make it out the other side…..

Onwards and upwards

Sometimes I miss the carefree nature of being a kid.

No responsibility.

No worries.

Clothes reappear clean.

Food is cooked and served.

There’s plenty of toys to play with and fun to be had.

Okay, so you have to go to school but at least you get to see your friends most days.

How could you not love all that?!

Then I think I’d have to go through growing up and endure the teenage years and I realise I’m good with being a grown up.

But after a tough, emotional couple of weeks, I’m on the verge of liking the idea of being a kid again.

Then Miss Izzie calls me mummy, giggles at me, gives me a cuddle or grabs my hand to play and I’m reminded of how innocent children can be and I know I’m where I should be in life.

I’m mummy.

I’m the one who makes her day easy, carefree and fun.

She doesn’t know the sadness of loss yet or the emotions of big life changes because she just wants cuddles, TV shows, books and toys.

Oh and for mummy to sing the same song, over and over and over and over…..

And let’s face it, for an almost two-year-old, those things are a pretty big deal.

I know that one day I will have to explain life, death and of course the birds and bees (yikes!).

But I’m grateful for now that Izzie gets to enjoy being a child.

A child who doesn’t have to worry about the big scary wide world, just yet.

I’m glad that I don’t have to explain about the bad things we see on the news.

Or even why people get sick and hurt.

That at times this beautiful place we live in can be dangerous, scary and unpredictable.

But putting all that aside, I’m forever grateful that I get to be her mummy and I have her daddy by my side.

Together we get to watch our little girl have fun, be amazed and turn into quite the cheeky little monkey.

A young lady that is growing up very fast.

Sometimes I think too fast! Where did my little baby go?!

I often see a glimpse of what could become quite an attitude.

Flash forward to the teenage years and I think karma is going to come back and bite me (yes mum, I hear you!).

No doubt there’s plenty of fun years still ahead of us….