Introducing ‘My boys and me’!
I have thought of writing a blog for a few years now, so I ask myself, why start tonight? At 11.17pm when all the boys are fast asleep and my husband is lying in bed with his ear plugs in (he will not be impressed with me telling you that I’m sure!) Is it because I actually have a semi tidy house for a change so I need a new excuse to stay up late? Is it because there is nothing interesting to catch my attention on facebook tonight? Is it because I have finally giving up nagging my husband to move to the idyllic life in the country where our boys can run free and I can wander around bare foot with flowers in my hair?
Well maybe it is partly because of these reasons but plain and simple I just thought that now was as good a time as any.
Something seems to click in my brain at this time of night. It is as if I have had a few glasses of wine and my mind can flow freely and honesty prevails. A bit like when I went to Paris ten years ago and suddenly became fluent in French after enjoying some rather nice vino rouge!
I have four amazing little boys aged 7, 6, 4 and 1. It is the hardest job in the world but I wouldn’t change it for the world. Some people dream of being a doctor, some people dream of running their own successful business, some people dream of being rich……………… I just always dreamt of being a mum.
Having said that, I never in a million years thought I would be lucky enough to be mum to four little boys! I remember being about fifteen years old and babysitting for a lady who had two sons and no daughters and I recall thinking to myself what a shame it was she didn’t have a girl to keep her company. How wrong I was!
Since having my sons I have witnessed such a negative, shocking view from strangers, friends and even family. Shop assistants saying to my sons ‘poor mummy having all boys’, friends saying ‘don’t worry, maybe you’ll get a girl next time’. I even left a park once to the shout of a stranger saying ‘did I know mums of all boys die younger!’ Seriously!?!? I just stood there dumbstruck not quite believing what I had just heard. It was only later in the comfort of my own home I thought of all the things I should have said to this awful women. I now thank these people though as they have made me a stronger, wiser person. I pity them for their narrow minded views and blame modern society for it’s 2.4 children idealism.
If you like what you read and you start to follow my blog you will see that life is hard. My boys will drive me crazy at times when they come home from school giving me attitude which is misplaced at such a young tender age. I will shout like a fish wife at times when I have to make myself louder than them to be heard. I will be pushed to the limit by play fighting turning too rough for the twentieth time that week! I will slump down on the sofa exhausted at 9.30 at night when I have been trying to get everyone to bed since 7pm.
BUT…………………………..late at night like now when the house is peaceful, I creep into each of their bedrooms and whisper sweet dreams to their angelic sleeping faces and I remember why I am their mum. Their heart warming cuddles when they cling to my neck, the classic anecdotes they share with me about their day, their innocent questions about life and their infectious joie de vivre. Together we will laugh and we will cry and I will be there with them unconditionally through every step of their life and we will grow together and flourish in every way that is possible when you are lucky enough to be part of a loving family.
And on that note, I will take my sleepy head off to bed ready to catch whatever sleep I can before one of my little men wakes up needing a cuddle. And instead of wondering if I will ever get a full nights sleep again, I will curl up with them in their little beds and hold them tight knowing that in the blink of an eye my little boys will be all grown up.