So….. Let’s get the obligatory apology out of the way ……. I’m shit at regular blogging! I do try and I have all these ideas but I’ve always wanted this blog to be my / our memories rather than forced writing on topics.
Don’t get me wrong, if I didn’t work full time then I would be all over the whole blogging thing but that’s not going to happen anytime soon.
I actually wrote the title of this blog last night but then picked up my crochet instead!
Anyways, I digress before I’ve even started!
You may recall that when we went on holiday last year, there was only a shower and not a bath. Safe to say our little man did not like the shower…..and hated his baths when he got home. I was scared that we had subjected him to some form of water torture as he’d always been such a water baby.
But he overcame his fear and for the last 6 months or so he’s absolutely loved his baths…… Phew!
This weekend saw a turning point, which I hope wasn’t a one off.
Every now and then he’s asked for the cawod (shower) whilst he’s been in the bath…..but always shied away when we’ve turned it on.
Last night there was no immediate “no!” when we switched it on…..in fact he was quite happy that Mammy was touching the shower…….then his boat…….and then his hand! We progressed through knees, belly, arms, back and eventually finished on hair…….what a turning point!
We even got him to agree that it was fun and tickled……..was it a fluke?
So this morning, Pops had a cawod, Mammy had a cawod, and then it was TG’s turn for a cawod.
We put some water in the bath with some bubbles so he could have a play, and then got the cawod down without him asking for it……….
He was a little bit unsure at first but soon started enjoying it, and we even managed a full hair wash using just the shower…… to see his little face full of so much happiness over something he was genuinely terrified of 6 months ago fills me with so much joy.
And this is what my blog is about.
Occasionally I will jump on a topic if it’s something which really touches me, like Manchester, but first and foremost it’s about moments like these.
I know we all have shit days sometimes, where you just can’t wait for the buggers to go to bed so you can have 5 minutes of silence, but then we also have fantastic days where we feel like we’ve finally nailed this whole parenting thing (haha!! What do we know)
That’s what parenting is……..there’s lots of ups and lots of downs…….for most of us the ups way outweigh the downs and we wouldn’t have it any other way.
For me, seeing the smile on TG’s face when he was under the shower just melted me……i felt like I’d conquered this massive milestone…….he was so happy. It’s silly really as it was just a shower, but it felt like so much more.
I’ve had so many similar moments…….a lot of which are moments of independence that he’s had (sob!) But I really want to hang onto these.
If I hadn’t written certain things down then I probably wouldn’t remember when he first did certain things, like use a cup on his own or learn when to put things in the bin. Certain moments will stand with me though…..the good and the bad, and for that I’m grateful.
I’ve always been one for detail, being an accountant it was just how I worked, yet being a mother has taught me that the devil isn’t always in the detail.
Sometimes it’s just about being in the moment……. I will never forget the times I cried my eyes out in our living room, begging for him to stop crying, or when there was nothing I could do to soothe him, but see him instantly calmed when Pops held him close.
I couldn’t pin point these moments, no more than I could pin point the time he stopped being rocked to sleep. I remember the scenario and the relief I felt, but couldn’t tell you how old he was or what had happened that day.
But I know they happened, just as I remember his first time on the beach, the way he cwtches in when having a bedtime story, and how he was when he overcame his fear of the mighty cawod.
And on that note……..with a bit of Spring in the air, even though it was snowing earlier!
Over and out Mammy tugboat xx