Don’t Forget About Your Youngest!
Today I popped into town to do a bit of Christmas shopping and I decided to try out the rhyme time at the local library. Now that I am on my fourth child, I don’t tend to do many things like that but seeing his little face there today made me feel guilty for not giving him the opportunities that his brothers had.
My first son went to baby swimming, baby sing and sign, diddi dance and little kickers football.
My second son went to diddi dance, toddler group and little kickers football.
My third son went to toddler group and little kickers football.
My fourth son goes to Sainsbury’s!
Well he does go to little kickers football too so it’s not all that bad but it is apparent that my fourth little man does a lot less baby and toddler activities than his predecessors. Life is busy now. It is made up of school runs, after school clubs, cooking, cleaning and the day to day running of a house that seems never ending when you have a big family.
I shouldn’t feel guilty. He is loved just as much as all his brothers. He may not get my undivided attention like my first son did but he gets something even better – the attention of a mum, a dad and three big brothers! He is always watching his big brothers creating havoc round the house or being chased and tickled by them. When they are at school he loves spending time at home with me. He doesn’t mind if I have to clean the house or make dinner. He grabs a duster and joins in or stands on a chair in the kitchen and ‘helps’ me cook. We chat the whole time and we turn music up loud and sing and dance whilst we are doing it. But I still feel guilty as us mums always do.
Just because I have done all of the baby groups before and may find it a little tiresome for the fourth time round, he doesn’t. It is all new to him and seeing the delight in his little face makes it all worthwhile. I enjoyed this morning just as much as he did because like most mums, I am happy if my children are happy. I love seeing his little face at football when he is marching around with a cone on his head and high fiving me after scoring a goal. It doesn’t matter that I have watched all three of his brothers do the same thing. It is just as special this time round because we are making new memories for him. We may not be able to get out and about as much as his older brothers did but that makes the times we do even more precious.