‘The seaside makes me happy Mummy’
‘Me too lovebug…’
I know I’m a sporadic blog-poster at the best of times so you probably won’t really notice the difference, but I’m going on a blogging and an actual holiday. I really feel as though I’ve been winding down at the moment ready to take a little break…refocusing and refreshing my mind.
Before I go (although I’m not going completely, just changing the tempo) I thought I’d indulge in a few reflections. I’ve had a lovely joyous time blogging this year. It has continued in its own unique way to give me an expressive outlet, the little bit of creation I am in control of…it has also provided me with some tangible highlights: Continue reading
What is my parenting style? What type of parent am I? It’s a question I have asked myself from time to time in the three years I’ve been a parent and I don’t really know. Labels don’t hold much sway with me and I don’t think I can definitively put myself in any one parenting box.
My husband and I are alert but laid back, impatient but patient: we follow some routines, we discipline, have rules, use a lot of the theories of gentle parenting and are awed at the sometimes sanity-saving techniques of playful parenting.
What I am coming to realise, however, is that this doesn’t make us parents without labels – instead we are covering ourselves with labels in an exuberant and scattergun fashion, like a toddler let loose with a sticker sheet…
So let me give you a flavour of just some of the ‘techniques’ that we use in what is actually a veritable pick and mix of parenting boxes:
Welcome to the thirteenth issue in the Creative Mothers Series – a guest series for people to share their thoughts and experiences of the impact of parenthood on their creativity.
This will be the last post in the series for a few months, but I look forward to sharing more in the Autumn. Please do get in touch using the details on my contact page if you would like to take part with your thoughts. And you can find more information about the series including the other twelve posts here.
Now onto today’s post, and I’m delighted to welcome Min from Single Mum Speaks. Her blog has long been a favourite of mine – her honesty, wry humour and eloquence makes each post a compelling read.
In this piece Min shares with us the place creativity has always had in her life and the significance of that creativity for her now. These are thoughts that really resonate with me, as I’m sure they will with lots of people…
The last Friday in June saw my husband and me enjoying a rare afternoon and evening adventuring together just the two of us. The site for our adventuring was London (I was heading to BML16 the next day) and I say adventuring, I think that may be pushing the experience and your expectations of this post past the point of reality. It was not a day for adventuring, it was a day for mooching, pottering, resting.
First up in our bid to relax and soak up the sights of our capital was the choice of a bus ride from London Waterloo to our destination. I grant you this may not be absolutely everyone’s idea of a relax, but what other way can you cheaply and slowly (very slowly on a Friday afternoon) see the sights? Taxis are too expensive to be truly relaxing; the tube is efficient but viewless and the idea of getting my husband on a ‘Boris Bike’ is frankly laughable.
After a short distance and long journey we bundled ourselves off outside the monolithic maze of the Barbican and took a short stroll to our destination for the evening: The Montcalm at the Brewery, London City. Continue reading
This series is where I indulgently fill up my pocket of the Internet with the virtual pebbles, receipts and loose change of memories I want to keep of my son.
He’s nearly three and we veer between total gorgeousness and utter chaos. I’m writing this today after he randomly and deliberately decided to upturn a large cup of tea onto the lounge carpet, throw a hard unidentifiable toy object at me in anger and then play ‘sandcastles’ with an almost-but-not-quite empty pot of yoghurt.
Yep, so obviously it’s not all roses and sparkles but actually quite a lot of it is – life is silly and fun and innocent and dramatic and the world hasn’t encroached on our bubble yet. Continue reading