“Don’t bring your camera mummy.” I heard the enthusiastic plea as I was busily packing a bag for our day out. “Just have fun with me!”
Last month I shared with you a must-go place if you’re ever in Cornwall. It’s a plant-lover’s paradise. You can read about it here.
I promised to reveal the plant that made me so ridiculously happy.
Well, take a look at the cover image for this blog post.
Ta-dah!!!! This little bundle of spiky-succulent-gorgeousness is the plant!
What was the last thing you bought that made you happy? I mean truly happy. Feeling giddy, like a 5 year old on their birthday kind of happy. A stomach-flipping happiness. A thing that will last. That you will treasure. That will not end up on an internet selling site.
Mine was a plant. Yep. A plant!
It’s the best plant I’ve bought ever. Ever!
Have you ever heard the saying “it takes a village to raise a child”? Well someone didn’t just make that up because it sounded cute.
You cannot raise a child completely on your own. I mean technically you can. But why would you? We are social creatures. Our babies need to learn to be social too.
I waited until my friend took GinGin and Roo out of the nurse’s room and I cried. I sobbed my little heart out on the nurse’s shoulder. It was too much. I’d managed to hold myself together in front of the girls. But once they were out of sight, and I knew they were safe, I couldn’t hold it in any longer.
“What do you buy a one year old? Seriously. What the actual heck do you get for them?”
If these words seem familiar then you may have read them in my first ever blog post where I revealed that there was less than eight days to Roo’s first birthday, and I had no clue about what gifts to get her. Well it was Roo’s big-girl-number-one birthday last weekend. And yes – before you start to panic – she did have some presents to open. The only thing I remembered about GinGin’s first birthday was that we went massively overboard with the amount of stuff we got for her. I mean it took her two days to open them all. TWO DAYS! I was determined we wouldn’t make that mistake again.
Seven life-lessons that I really hope my girls will learn early in their lives.
“Don’t be silly mummy; I’ll never go to space.” Declared GinGin so matter of fact. “Oh, and why not?” The question I wish I didn’t have to ask. “Because girls can’t be astronauts!” And there it was. The hammer blow to my chest. Four little words: girls can’t be astronauts. My heart was broken and I was crying inside.
I’ve been putting off starting this blog for about a year now. One. Whole. Year. There are so many reasons why I’ve been the ultimate procrastinator over this little project. But, mostly, it comes down to fear.