In typical style I actually missed my 50th post, it was Wednesday’s – just ask my husband or family how good I am at remembering important occasions – so instead I’m celebrating my 51st post, hurrah! In in light of reaching such a momentous number I thought I’d give you an insight into a few bits of my life as a mother of two, wife, cook, gardener and non-working teacher. You’ll also note how much I enjoy a good list.
10 Things I’ve Learnt to Appreciate
- That my second daughter came pre-programmed to sleep (this one is in first position for a reason!)
- Conversations with Miss Two – I mean actual conversation with sentences almost properly formed, questions and answers, nouns, verbs and adjectives. Her vocabulary expands before my eyes everyday and is a joy to watch.
- That my mother taught me to cook, to enjoy cooking and to love food in nearly every form. My family make every meal an experience, and I love that my husband calls me a master chef even when I dish up spag bol.
- My husband, who supports all (well… most) of my schemes and dreams, including supporting me when I decided to go back to uni and study teaching and we weren’t even married then.
- That I have a little house with a little garden all of my own where I can potter along with my veggies or let the weeds grow wild without worrying about the landlord.
- That I found a lovely playgroup where Miss Two can roam free without me worrying and where I can get a much needed mid-week dose of adult conversation. It doesn’t matter if we’re running late or we all look a mess, and there are plenty of hands to carry the baby (who doesn’t sleep when out and about, but I’ll never complain about that) so I can have a cup of tea.
- That I can find escape in a good book and do so regularly.
- That I have a job that I enjoy waiting for me when I’m ready to return to it.
- A family zoo membership that we can use whenever we like. The best thing is being able to leave as soon as the kids are over it regardless of whether or not we’ve seen everything.
- The wonderful rhyming stories of Linley Dodd, the naughtiness of Jackie French and other delightful children’s authors. If I’m stuck reading kids books for half the day, everyday, at least they are entertaining.
I haven’t really stated that I appreciate my family, immediate and extended, or my friends. They all know that I do appreciate them more than anything else on my list, and i know how lucky I am to have them all (I just didn’t want to get too sentimental).
My life is by no means perfect though. I try to focus on the good, but sometimes it’s okay to talk about the bad too. So here’s another list.
10 Things I Wish Were Different:
- As a woman in my 30s I was led to believe that we ‘could have it all’, I’ve realised recently that to have it all everything has to be compromised (parenting, relationships, career). Finding a balance that I can live with happily is like walking a tightrope while juggling many balls and I’m no circus performer.
- That I didn’t travel overseas much when I was younger. I took three trips all of which I adored, but none of them were what you would call the ‘big’ overseas trip. Travelling as a couple without children was so easy and exciting. Travelling with children, small children, is complicated and stressful, though ultimately enjoyable as well.
- That I didn’t pay more attention in textiles when I was at school, I so wish I was handy in any way with a needle and thread, better yet a sewing machine.
- Conversations between myself and my husband weren’t so one sided – I talk, he nods and says ‘Mmmmm’.
- That I was better at avoiding futile and immensely frustrating arguments with Miss Two who is impossible to reason with. I find myself wanting to stamp my feet and throw myself to the floor, instead I yell and then feel terribly guilty.
- That I had space to have the dog as well as chickens in my backyard.
- That we lived in the country instead of the city, where I could feel comfortable with my children riding to school, where the sky is bigger and where my family is closer.
- That growing things from seed didn’t take quite so long, though having said that the feeling of achievement when you harvest something grown from seeds is the best.
- That I had more time completely on my own, at home, to do whatever I liked and without feeling guilty about not doing some washing, cleaning the bathroom or mopping the floor.
- That trying to maintain a clean and tidy house with a messy husband, and rambunctious toddler and a ‘happy chucker’ baby was easier and less of a wasted effort. It might help if I was a bit more of a tidy person myself – I missed that gene from my parents.
- That my girls had a chance to get to know their grandfather before he passed away. I had a grandfather die before I was born and besides his name I know virtually nothing about him, it makes me sad.
Okay, so I couldn’t quite stop at 10, but I didn’t know which to leave out. And with that I’ll say happy 51st post to me, who knows how many more will follow but I’m enjoying the journey (of blogging and life in general). Thanks to all who has stopped by whether you have commented or just lurked.