So there’s lots of Mum bloggers. Here at home I’m a Mummy blogger, but to everyone else here in Ireland I’m a Mammy blogger and in the US I suppose I’d be a Mommy blogger. Titles schmitles, we’re all linked by being some little yoke’s Ma at the end of the day. So a Mom Blogger in Canada decided that she’d try to link her way around the world via us loons that have offspring and blog about it. The basic premise is that you talk about five things you love about being a Mum, then pass it on to create a ‘hands across the globe’ type thing of all that’s good about being a Mum. Irish Mammy tagged K8 the GR8 and K8 tagged me. I, in turn, will tag someone else and so it will go on, hopefully right back round to Canada.
And yes, I suppose the things I love about being a Mum of kids well into double figures will be completely different than those of a baby mama, but hey, that’s what links us all together: we’re all bonded by the initial puke and insomnia, through to the ‘what? No, of course you can’t have a tattoo’ stages of parenthood. We’re all destined to travel the same path. I love this about parenting. Whatever stage you’re at and however different you are, there’s always going to be some point when you go ‘oh yeh, been there’. Here goes then:
- Boy hugs. I’m not completely sure as I don’t have a girl, but I think boy hugs are probably slightly different from girl hugs. Boy hugs tend to be a bit hard and fierce, a bit ‘half nelson’ rather than soft and snuggly, but still I’m sure they mean as much. As one’s children get older, you tend to get your affection in different ways. For instance, I’ll get my hair ruffled while I’m sat at the computer (‘alright Smelly?’) and a child reaches past me to turn his amp on, or I’ll get shown a text that I probably shouldn’t see or told a joke I probably shouldn’t hear. These little things mean I still belong, and I’m still ‘in the gang’ even though I don’t need to wipe stuff or do up buttons anymore.
- Mad conversations. Who else can you have ‘if I was really fat’ conversations with, or chats about what would happen if everyone in the whole country suddenly woke up with Tourette’s (one of my favourites that -although you probably need to have seen ‘Deuce Bigalo, Male Gigolo’ in order to completely understand). Teenage boys have an unceasing ability to go off on mad random tangents, and dinner time conversations are much richer for it.
- Pride. Sometimes it’s the little things that make my heart swell. Take yesterday when I’d escaped up to my room to do something or other and suddenly heard the most beautiful version of ‘I believe in a thing called love’ twirling whimsically around every step before reaching its tendrils out to me at the top of the stairs. They might wallop out a mean version of Slipknot’s Psychosocial’ but the odd amazing tune still emanates from those Gibsons or Fender Strats or whatever it is they’re driving.
- Laughter. #2 decided to spend some of the vast wads of cash he received from his incredibly generous grandparents (and us, obviously) on some swanky new trainers. In the shop, he was trying them on and they seemed to fit, but the left toe of one shoe was a bit uncomfortable. Removing his sock to examine the problem revealed a toe-nail of such epic proportions that Godzilla would have been mighty proud. Reader, it was like a spade. I only stopped laughing when I worried I’d maybe wee myself if I carried on.
- Sofa twister. Yes, we’ve got lots of places to sit, but when there’s something good on the TV only the sofa dead opposite the telly will do. That means Hubby and I sharing with two lanky and slightly smelly young men, three cups of tea, one hot chocolate (no, go on, guess), a family pack of Cadbury’s funsize, a large bowl of popcorn, a bag of various flavoured lollipops and a desperate-not-to-be-left-out 90lb greyhound. It hurts, but it certainly brings a family together.
There you have it. Now it’s your turn. What are your favourite (or not so favourite) bits of being a parent?
And for the purposes of the ‘around the world in 80 clicks’ experiment, I thought I’d spread it around Ireland a bit by asking Susan in Cavan, Isitjustme in Galway, and Natalie who started in South Africa and ended up in Dublin, then for a baby Mama perspective I’ll tag my new discovery, Little Mummy in Edinburgh and for some international flavour, lovely Cam in Richmond. Here’s the rules from the originator:
Here’s how it’s going to work:… I’m going to link to a couple of other mom bloggers here in Canada, and to a couple of mom bloggers from other countries around the world, and they’ll write their posts, sharing 5 things that they love (or maybe what they don’t so much love – this playground doesn’t force conformity) about being a mom, and then they’ll tag a few more bloggers from their own country and from other countries, and so on. And you’re more than welcome to join: just write a post of your own (5 things that you love about being a mom) and find someone to link to and tag – someone from your own country, if you like, but definitely someone from another country (Google is a good resource if you don’t know any; google any country name and ‘mom’ in their blog search function) (be sure to let them know that you’ve tagged them!) – and link back here and leave a comment and we’ll add you to the ‘itinerary,’ ….