I am writing this fresh from having a bad day at being a dad. I know we all must have these days. When you wake up and you just know something isn’t right. You aren’t wired or ready for the day that lies ahead and you cannot for the life of you explain why.
We’ve been led by our son in everything. To me it feels so natural to allow him to do things at his own pace. And why not? What joy is there in forcing a child to do something a) they don’t want to do and b) they aren’t ready for?
Have you ever suffered from dad/mum guilt? I have.
I am really excited to be on board with D.A.D as a monthly columnist! Check out the site today and my first column, DAD GUILT... It's all about the guilt we can often feel as parents. From having alone time, date nights to having a quiet bath in peace...
I think it's fair to say we are Bing obsessed in this house so when Acamar, the brains behind Bing, reached out to me asking my son and I to get into the kitchen and bake with Bing I knew he (and I) would have fun.
I love massages and was quite the regular visitor to have my body pummelled before becoming a dad. But never often enough (or so I felt!). Now, i am lucky if i get a 20 second foot massage from my husband. So i was very much looking forward to this!
Toddlers are lucky little so and so's aren't they? They get fed, they play all day, pretty much get away with murder and can get as messy as they want, when they want! A toddlers day can pretty much be bliss if you throw in a nap (and excuse the odd tantrum or six...)
It’s the question every new parent is asked (usually frustratingly within 2 minutes of giving birth or bringing your child home). We have been asked if we’d adopt again loads of times. I don’t mind it, I probably asked all my friends who have had kids if they’d have another…
When my boy was 18 months he learnt to say “boobies” and found out if he throws his food on the wall, it sticks! He wasn’t drawing a circle… he was chewing the crayon. He wasn’t walking let alone playing the xylophone to the tune of twinkle twinkle.
It’s coming up to that time where we need to start thinking about nurseries. And probably like every parent that reaches this stage, I just don’t feel ready. Mentally, emotionally… I am just not there (yet?).
It's not every day I am so disciplined I hasten to add… there are certainly (many) days that the bath time routine is complete and I just end up on the sofa Snapchatting my way through Eastenders shoving Reese's Pieces in my face… those nights are pretty stress relieving too.
We were decorating the tree the other night with the old school Christmas tunes on and i was just smiling as i did it. I liken it to Nigella Lawson, you know how she just saunters around the kitchen slabbing butter on everything and smiling away to herself. That was me with my tree.