When you write a gratitude blog, you are looking at the happier things in life.
A flower blooming bright amidst grey concrete.
The rainbow that follows a dark storm.
The perfect coffee to perk you up on a cold Winter’s morning (of course, coffee).
But when it comes to Motherhood and kids, life is soooo off-kilter. There is a lot to be grateful for, but there is also a lot to bang your head against the wall in frustration too.
Take today for instance. We celebrated baby girl’s 4th birthday.
Do I mention how she hid under the table and didn’t come out as visitors came forward to wish her a happy day? No.
Do I mention how she only wanted to stay outside, away from everyone inside, and only came in when she fell and grazed her knee and I forced her to? No.
Do I mention how she screamed with fury when everyone started singing happy birthday to her? No.
No No No.
Because I’m also a glass half-full gal, which makes writing a blog like this, a bit easier, amidst challenging times. Diplomatically speaking.
So, I am grateful that I got a little face ‘decorating’ done today. Of course baby girl refused her face and got her hands painted instead (of course, it’s her birthday after all), but as soon as I organised the face painter to come for the kids, I immediately thought ‘I’m getting something too.’
I thought that, because I am young at heart, and baby girl brings that out in me, even more. And not only do I enjoy her birthday and the fun that these events bring to her, but it is double the fun, because actually…
Baby girl and I share a birthday. What do you know. Double the trouble.
So any excuse for a big party for her, is an excuse for a big party for me. And any excuse to get face painting for her…
Is an excuse to get face painting for ME.
Bright flowers and blooming butterflies. We focus on the positive things here.
Eternally youthful… I don’t care for growing up.