We were having dinner at a little restaurant in Vienna when I noticed Georgie and his tablet seemed to be getting a lot of attention from the people around us. It didn’t occur to me at the time but later on I realised that tablets/iPads/tech gadgets weren’t popular among kids at restaurants or coffee shops. Actually I don’t think I saw a single child carrying or playing on one the whole time we were there.
Last week I received a message from a frustrated mother regarding her son’s eating habits. She explained that breakfast seemed to be a particularly difficult meal of the day for her as she was running low on options and ideas. I’ve noticed that breakfast can be challenging for many parents. It really needn’t be as long as there’s some planning ahead involved and you’re able to see beyond the basics like cereals and bread. Go ahead and experiment. It’s something you definitely will not regret.
During a Sunday walk in Limassol I saw something that sparked this post. A little girl who could not have been younger than six years old was holding a carrot and attempting to feed it to a donkey that was pulling a carriage. Turns out this was something akin to mathematical problem solving because the mother could not have been more ecstatic that her daughter had figured out how to feed a carrot to a donkey. The word ‘bravo’ was said more than five times. Clapping was involved and various other cheering effects.
The lights were turned down low and the room was cosy and warm. Candles were lit and a sweet aroma filled the air. If it weren’t for the effects of this calm environment I would have been jumping for joy. Because I was about to get a pregnancy massage!
I take care of my body as much as I can. Being a person and a mother who, on occasion, experiences intense neck and back pains I feel its my duty to do whatever I can to make sure I’m as pain-free as possible. But then I go and get myself pregnant and all of a sudden I’m getting strange aches in my shoulders and legs and ooh-ing and aah-ing every time I bend over to help Georgie put his shoes on. Suffice to say I’m not happy.
I cried, then took a deep breath and promised myself more jumping on the trampoline with my boy. For all the mamas who think they get it wrong.