When I was one, I had just begun.
When I was two, I was nearly new.
When I was three, I was hardly me.
When I was four, I was not much more.
When I was five, I was just alive.
But now I am six, I’m as clever as clever.
So I think I’ll be six now forever and ever.
This was one of my favourite poems from my childhood and now as I’ve grown and become a mother I can relate to the words with each year that passes in my little ones lives and I have to agree that six is a pretty perfect age.
On frankie’s six birthday where his birthday request has simply been, ‘Lego and mussels’ I look on in wonder at the beautiful little boy he has become in those six short years.
He is certainly my most vibrant child that has a charater and tenacity that is heartwarming and alluring and his charming personality never fails to fill a room.
He is strong willed, determined and passionate and although this obviously comes with its challenges I wouldn’t change it for the world.
In fact it was his head strong ways that saw my big birthday plans of a trip to a Lego exhibition in town for him come crashing down when he insisted on a simple day of softplay with his little brother and a lunch of mussels to finish.
When I first started blogging it was a subject I knew very little about, and to say that I went into it blindly would be an understatement; but through the encouragement of family and friends I began my blogging journey and haven’t looked back since.
Over the past few years my blog has gone from strength to strength, it has now become my full time job and has bought me and my family some of the most amazing opportunities and allowed us to meet some wonderful people…some of which I would now class as good friends.
My blog is a place that I come to when I want people to find out about a great day out we have been on, somewhere I can give advice on great new products I have tried out or to celebrate big milestones in our lives; but as the New Year sets in and we naturally evaluate the different parts of our lives I have realised there is one area I have really overlooked when it comes to writing…The Small Things.
There are so many small moments in our lives that we take for granted or miss all together, moments that although may seem small and insignificant they give us great pleasure and we should learn to cherish and show our gratitude for them all.
I have decided to now do a weekly post highlighting all those little moments that would normally pass me by as a document to look back on in years to come and remember fondly.
Brotherly love: When it comes to the youngest two its always been a bit of a love hate relationship, with the latter certainly being more predominant, so when a special moment such as Frankie requesting to take his little brother out to share his birthday treat is an occasion that should be marked.
Lego: This may seem like a strange one, but the wonderful world of Lego has bought us all so much joy since Christmas in many ways. It dominated the youngest two’s christmas lists this year but has brought the whole family such pleasure and brought us together for some much needed quality time as we all muck in trying to make the next creation.
Storytime: Its been more than a few years since Izzy has requested a bedtime story, and to be truthful its not very often she willingly picks up a book! So after buying her the fantastic Goodnight Stories For Rebel Girls it has been an absolute pleasure to see her engrossed in reading and sharing what she has learnt about a whole host of ‘kick arse’ women.
Since my older children have returned to school after the Easter holidays I have had real problems with number four. He is a very outgoing, strong willed little boy and to be honest runs rings around the whole family. He has had an extremely strong character from a young age and knows exactly what he wants.
After two weeks of having everyone around it’s understandable that he is feeling a little lonely and I had this with all the others, but after a few days they would settle back into routine. With number four this has not happened and it’s really upsetting him.
We have a continual stream of “I have nobody to play with” I try to distract him but nothing is working and when I offer to play with him the expression on his face says it all!
Playgrounds are becoming a nightmare as he is gravitating towards children twice his age who I’ve found are great with him for a while but then understandably get a bit fed up and want to play with their peers. This then leads to floods of tears followed by “no one wants to play with me”. It’s so heart wrenching, and I’m at a bit of a loss about how we can get around this.
This is where you see the pros and cons of a large family. They have their own playmates to hand all the time but when they are taken out of the equation they become lost.
I’ve got my fingers crossed that this is just a phase as its so upsetting for the both of us.