My take on the joys and difficulties of being a parent, here I am not pretending to know it all… at all just trying to figure it out like every other parent on the planet and have some fun doing it. :)
The holidays proved to not be the perfect time for Emilie to read, as much as she enjoys escaping into another world, she needs a little coaxing. Gasp! I know, as much as I constantly push the culture of book-lovers in our home, and we are positively excited about new releases and the absolute privileged to see them before they are on the shelves. Getting a preteen to read can be challenging, especially when the world has so many other stimulants that are easier to engross into. “Ottoline and the Purple Fox” was the perfect easy read for Emilie to use to get back into things during the holidays.
Eczema is like a swear-word in our house. It has given me absolute endless anxiety since Daniel picked it up at 10 weeks. We have been to the pediatrician, got all the recommended soaps and tried various baby ranges. Some of which worked, if only for a short while, but when winter popped it’s ugly scaly head Daniel started with eczema around his eyes and face area. It looked sore, irritated and flaky. Most of all my poor babies face was a constant reminder that although we had tons of medications, this is something we are living with daily.
This is in fact not a book about spiders, gogo’s or any creepy crawly’s as the title would have you think. Daddy Long Legs is actually a beautiful book about a daddy’s relationship with his child.
How many of you have sang the song, “Clap handies, clap handies for Daddy to come”? When Ian has had to travel in the past although I’ve never sang the song, I’ve found myself pining. Dads, the heroes of so many children’s hearts are often the ones who are traveling, and spending more time away from home. While the parent left behind nurtures and give reassurance of Daddy’s return. This book is that reassurance in a way that warms all the mushies in your heart.
Motherhood is something that if I’m honest, I was never prepared for. None of us are though, right? You see though, I wasn’t the type of girl who imagined playing dolls with my child one day. I didn’t want the responsibilities and I didn’t yearn for the title. Perhaps that is why God took it upon himself to intervene and I fell pregnant at 19. Well God, and my own recklessness. At the time, I didn’t think it was best for me and my plans. Hindsight, however, is twenty-twenty and I have learnt so much. It was and is best, the best!
This last month has been so insane, to a point where I felt like someone was going to jump out and be like “Ha! We got you – smile for the camera”. No such luck yet though – but the jury is still out, so it could be still coming. As a family we have been to see our Dr 7 times in the month of June. I like the number 7, but going to the Dr that many times is a little draining. Okay very draining! What I didn’t mention when I wrote the post about Motherhood kicking my ass, was that although I was really struggling – I did have help.