Georgie lay down beside me and rubbed my belly. My mummy tummy. That flabby bit of fat I hate with all my might. The one that prevents me from wearing tight tops and the one I look at every night and sigh. Then he said: I love you mummy. And your belly.
Recently, I had a conversation with my sister about what our kids call adults.
This is a personal post. But I didn’t think too long about whether I should or should not write it like others I have written in the past. It was cathartic. At the base is the firm knowledge of how every mother feels about her child. You want the absolute best for them but above all you want them to be healthy. So what happens when they’re not and that’s not the worse part.
While it is totally ok to cook breakfast, book a spa or buy something extra special for mama on Sunday when we’ll all be celebrating the number one women in our lives, there are a few things she really wants that you just can’t put in a little bag and most cost next to nothing.
You know how wonderfully amazing and beneficial reading aloud to your child can be. But did you know that actually starting as early as eight weeks is highly recommended? We began reading aloud to Georgie when he was about 18 months. I didn’t even think of doing it when he was a younger baby. Do you or did you read to your infant or baby?