For one of our children, words of praise or encouragement are especially important. When he was about 11 years old, I was looking for something in his bedroom and discovered a shoebox under his bed. I took the lid off and found it was full of cards, notes and scraps of paper.
I'm just going to come right out and say it. Toddlers are better than babies. Babies, while gorgeous and squishy and delicious-smelling, are basically just tiny little blobs of skin and bodily fluids and noise. Toddlers on the other hand, can be pretty cool little humans to hang out with.
As parents, surely we can all agree that we want the same thing - the best for our kids. And, that we all have our own style of doing things and children with very different personalities and needs.
Holidaying with a baby/toddler combo is a bit like entering into a psychological experiment to see how long you can remain married in 40 degrees of heat without functioning Wifi... along with a toddler who only eats crisps, drinks pool water and insists on wearing Elsa armbands out to dinner each night.
I'm sad. That my husband and I have to be the perfect parents 24/7 otherwise all hell breaks loose. And it does. On a regular basis. Because we can barely be good enough parents most days on this little sleep and this much stress. In my darkest moments I wonder if my marriage is strong enough to survive autism.
Here are 10 of the not so well known signs that you are a dad. These show how even the minor things in your life have truly evolved and highlight the varying sacrifices you have made upon being appointed to this honourable role.
With that tiny bit of energy left that you have (ok, so that energy doesn't exist, but for the sake of my blog post pretend it does), grab your other half, stick on that wedding song, slow dance, and remember how you felt that day. What you can tell the Bride is that it won't be easy, but it will be worth it.
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Am I the only mother that doesn't define herself by a feeding method? I'm not a breastfeeder, I'm not a bottle feeder. I'm a mum. I don't need to state my feeding method to be accepted or validated by society.
It is said to be sods law that if you are wearing your best knickers your waters will break. That's if you can bend down in the first place to get them on, and that they still fit over your expanded arse.
You see it all comes from trying to make things perfect, to squeeze it all in so that everything is just right - but the irony is it only causes me to feel stressed and behave in a way that just doesn't meet my lofty standards of motherhood.
What no one realises (at this stage of blissful naivety) is that the gorgeous, defenceless, newborn bundle will one day become a demanding toddler, opinionated five-year-old, unreasonable tween, and finally... stroppy teenager.
A three-year-old girl is climbing a tree in a park. A man walking by comments to her mother: 'she should have been born a boy!' The mother makes a general comment of agreement, while I grit my teeth and tell myself that I am overreacting, that he means well, and anyway my two female tree climbers are out of earshot...
It's a bit tedious going to playgroups and meeting mums at school and having to spend months figuring out who you want in your gang. Mummy Speed Dating would make life a lot easier. If you had four minutes with each mum, what would you look for? This is how I would suss out my mummy friend soul mate.
Last year there wasn't a week that went by without a parent uploading a dash-cam video to YouTube of them singing along to popular songs with their kids - and these videos have clocked up tens of millions of views.
As someone who can veer towards the authoritarian style of parenting, one of the most helpful pieces of wisdom I received was, 'Choose your battles.'