#830 Kinder kid cuddles

As she was walking down the path out of her kindergarten today next to me, there were shout-outs from behind her.

“Bye bye (boy name!)”

Baby girl turned, and despite her name not being called (instead it was the boy in front of us) she yelled back “bye bye!”

I laughed at baby girl’s selective hearing, and then was even more amused when the girl who had called out yelled –

“Wait baby girl, I need to give you cuddles!”

I watched, smiling, as the girl ran to baby girl and enveloped her in a hug from behind, almost lifting her in the process. The tallest in her class, baby girl stood there smiling, not moving or responding to the hug… but just enjoying the moment of being loved.

Her classmate ran back to her Mum, and baby girl spotted another boy classmate of hers – she ran up to him and hugged him from behind just as she had been, giving him a tight bear hug.

“Bye (insert boy name!)”

Oh man. Hilarious yet slight embarrassment. She’s starting young. But then again so did I (I didn’t say that… 😉 )

I’m really loving these kids 🙂

#821 The Autumn soup break

A picture can say so much. So here it is, with very little captioning:

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A Wintery Autumn day. Lunchtime. Kid-free. Trakkie pants. Couch.

SOUP.

My old faithful, my cauliflower one.

And this beautiful soup mug recently gifted to us by sis and bro-in-law, a pink and blue set, one for me, and one for Hubbie.

Sooo convenient that I had made soup recently 🙂

Ahhh. Who doesn’t love a hug, in the form of a mug?! 🙂 😉

#766 Squeezy hugs

It was when heading off to work today in the late afternoon. I popped my bags in the car – bags, because one bag for normal stuff: the ‘handbag,’ with mobile, wallet, sunnies, work pass, lip balm, a hundred tissues, bathroom items, and bits of mints here and there; and the other bag, full of FOOD – and turned to baby girl who was climbing on top of the mail box, positioning herself already to wave a big goodbye as I drove off.

I walked up to her. “Give me a hug honey.” And she bent down to me, wrapping her arms hard around my neck and back, squeezing me tight, and I squeezed her back for a few moments, before saying “Ok honey, Mummy has to go.”

But it wasn’t enough. She kept on squeezing, ignoring my request, and suddenly I remembered a piece of parenting advice I read somewhere. Never end a hug your child gives you. You don’t know how much they might need it.

So instead, I hugged her tighter, squeezing her back in turn, relishing this connection and bond between us, this moment that was here, today…

And when she was ready, she let go. But, my heart was warm. 🙂

#721 Comforting hugs

What do you do when you feel like crap, and your girl feels like crap too?

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Hug it out. We shared the most beautiful of hugs today as we were both feeling a bit off – baby girl still recovering and showing symptoms of her fever/cold, and me with my own stuff…

We were on the couch when she came closer to me and enveloped me in this huge and amazing hug, and we lay there like that, for the longest time.

At least if we are sick, we are sick together. And making each other feel loved, at the same time.

#691 Sleep-ins with my pre – 4 year old kinder girl

Something dawned on me just this week.

And it wasn’t the pretty colours of the sunrise kind either.

You see, as we are getting closer and closer to the time, a month away now, when baby girl starts to attend three 5 hour sessions of kinder a week, my dominant phrase has been this:

“15 free hours a week! YAY!”

ALL THE TIME. Anyone who asks if baby girl is at kinder, I apply with an immediate “yes” and then an almost as fast incomprehensible “15freehoursaweekYAY!”

Sure, I will have a whole lot of adult responsible life things to do in that time, like bills and grocery shopping and house stuff, and then there is Zumba that I want to return to, and those 1000s of photos I want to place chronologically in photo albums, and then print out the 1000s more I need to get up to date.

But then, the realisation.

I was in bed with baby girl the other day, after 9am, and we were just snuggling, chilling, doing a whole lot of nothing, as we laughed and giggled and talked about how we slept, and I kept trying to will myself out of bed, but I just couldn’t.

Something made me stay there longer.

Yes, I was getting these 15 hours of child-free time a week. But to get there, I would be getting up at 7am three times a week too. Gone were my sleep-ins with her past 9am, the lazy relaxing mornings, even my 1:30am bedtimes… yes, I have gone THAT FAR.

Suddenly, her three sessions of kinder, my Wednesday and Saturday work days, and Fridays usually spent catching up with appointments, that only left ONE definite day to sleep in…

SUNDAY.

I was going from sleep-ins MOST days, to sleep-ins… 1 DAY.

Sniff.

And there was no stopping it. Even with another child, it didn’t matter – because baby girl would be going from kinder, to primary school, to high school – the wake-ups would only become harder and more frequent and demanding!

So this morning, as baby girl came upstairs at 9:15, and I slept on and off another 30 minutes, before opening my eyes properly… and she asked me “you have good sleep Mama?” and we hugged and tickled each other, and talked about what we would do today, and I took a good 15 extra minutes to haul my behind out of bed…

I relished. Because these days won’t last forever. In fact, their days are numbered…

#558 Giving a much needed hug

Today I came through on the promise I made days ago.

Today I travelled across to the other side of town, and attended the funeral of one of my closest friend’s Mum.

I gave her a huge hug, we cried, and I told her we were there for her.

And in amongst this grim day, I had done my bit. I had done what I had wanted to do for so long, and I hope my presence did something for her… not necessarily to lessen her pain – nothing can do that – but to show her that she has people around her who care.

I was grateful I had come through for her.

#528 Motherly Moments no. 2

2 in a row.

I am settling her for bed.

“Mama, one more blanket.”

Our heater has died. Bad enough when it was working, the Winter chill would creep in immediately as soon as the warm air had stopped flowing, but now, there was no warm air at all to blow and warm the house at an even level, bar the little portable heaters that have been placed in a few strategic corners around the place, bringing warm pockets to generally icy cool areas.

I take another thin blanket that I keep beside her bed. There is actually a stack of about 8, of varying thickness that reside here on a permanent basis, but with the onslaught of Winter, this pile has now dropped to 4, with the heap on her bed rising instead.

Dropped to 3.

I lay it across her, making sure all the blankets are evenly spread across her, and there are no open areas to bring cold air into her bed.

“Thank you Mama.”

Oh, clutch my heart.

“No worries Princess. I love you baby girl.”

Big hugs and kisses ensue from both of us as I bend down for more affection.

She holds me in a firm bear hug.

Eventually we part, and I go to take post at the end of her bed, until she falls asleep.

She waves to me.

“Goodnight Mama.”

“Goodnight honey, I love you princess.”

“Goodnight Mama, I love you.”

Kill me now and I’ll die happy.

Oh that girl pulls at the heart strings.

♥♥♥