7 Things my boys have taught me this Mother’s Day

IMG_8343-2At {nearly} four years and 17 months old, my boys are too young to really understand the concept of Mother’s Day. Although they woke me up this morning by shoving a rose in my face, ripping open the card they’d got me, tearing the envelope into tiny pieces and scattering it all over my bed…which was all done with loving intentions, I’m sure.

So this Mother’s Day, I thought I’d reflect on what they’ve taught me over the last four years:

1. Patience – these beautiful creatures are my world, but good lord, they would test the patience of a saint. I think even Mother Teresa would lose her shizzle if she spent a day in my house. Just getting shoes and coats on can sometimes take half an hour because they’ve been distracted by fluff on the floor, they don’t like the way their socks feel or the words, “Right boys, let’s get our coats on” apparently translate as ‘Hey, why don’t you both take all your clothes off and have a naked sword fight?’ And breathe….

2. Your children are totally different people – silly, I know, but there was a part of me that assumed they’d be pretty much the same. Or at least vaguely similar. After all, my first was my only point of reference. But out popped {and I use that phrase with lashings of irony} number two and from the word go, he was so different from his big brother. Temperament, sleeping, feeding habits, character, the lot. And it’s wonderful having two very different little boys that colour my life in such spectacularly different ways.

3. There will be nudity – so get used to it. I wasn’t quite prepared for there to be so much nakedness in my house. And it’s not that I mind, I’m just completely taken aback by the apparently inbuilt desire to strip off at any given opportunity.

4. Juggling it all takes its toll – the hub works long hours during the week and is rarely home before the boys are in bed. So Monday to Friday I am the fun-provider, teller-offer, law-enforcer, taxi driver, botty-wiper, 4-day-week-office-worker, cuddle-giver and the putter-to-bedder. By the time I’ve raced home from work to pick them up, negotiated the witching-hour meltdowns, shouted at one for tripping the other up, rolled around on the floor and been used as a human trampoline, fought with a reluctant toddler to change his nappy without sticking his feet in the contents, explained to the preschooler that sticking his spiderman toy down the loo is not the best idea and got them both into bed…I’m often left feeling exhausted, with sprinkles of guilt for not spending enough time with them/shouting too much/not having the energy to read a third bedtime story. I know they probably don’t remember these things the next day, but it doesn’t stop me sometimes feeling like I haven’t quite managed it all.

5. To look at the world through the eyes of a child – my eldest son asks a lot of questions. A LOT. But when I actually stop to listen and answer him properly, I get an insight into the workings of his little mind. He’s fascinated by raindrops on the window, questions why animals don’t wear clothes {fair point} and squeals with delight at the prospect of chocolate. As an adult, you forget to take pleasure in these simple things. So when I can, I try to see the world through his eyes and you know what? It’s a pretty awesome place.

6. It’s totally possibly to love two people separately but equally – my relationship with both boys is quite different. Little Monkey is even-tempered, loves to be in my company, lights up when he sees me, I am his world {as he is mine} and showers me with love and kisses everyday. Big Monkey is fiercely determined, wants love and affection on his terms only {which is never as often as I want to give it}, loves to make me laugh, has an unbelievable imagination, can explode with joy or rage at the drop of a hat and he too is my world. The two loves of my life.

7. Pure and utter selflessness – it’s well-known amongst close friends and family that I don’t share puddings {I’m serious, get your own}. Yet I would quite willingly chop off a limb for these creatures. I would throw myself under a bus without a second thought. I probably would think twice about sharing my dessert with them, but give up my life to protect them? Without a shadow of a doubt. 

2 thoughts on “7 Things my boys have taught me this Mother’s Day

  1. Daryl says:

    Every time I see your boys I notice a change in them both individually. Nice to know they are both “naked swordsman”underneath! Incidently I beg to differ re sharing puddings because I think you gave Mumsome of your cheesecake on Sunday!!
    Daryl. X

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