Don’t sweat the small stuff

It’s been a stressful and scary week. My daughter has had a nasty virus that involved 3 days of very high fever. Followed by breaking out in loads of mouth ulcers. She spent today signing and grunting because she literally couldn’t speak as her tongue is too swollen.

If you have kids, its part of the territory. I bumped into a Mum at Tesco’s last week with 3 kids all poorly at the same time. I thought it was tough with just one.

It has been rough for lots of reasons. A big one is that I have felt like a bad Mom, too impatient, not compassionate enough. The reality is that when you are dog tired, have had three sleepless nights in a row you are bound to be a little more cranky than usual.

I found it very frustrating that during the high fever moments I just couldn’t do anything. There are things I know to do to reduce fever as a practitioner. But, what do you do when your child won’t let you practice your expertise? I tried to sneak a plaster (with an even sneakier teensy needle) on her while she slept. Nothing gets past this kid. She woke up straight away!!!!!!

What did I learn this week?

Christ! Whilst doing the ironing I had an almost epiphany. We can spend a lot of time moaning at our kids for all the things you want them to do or do differently.

One of my pet hates is when my daughter wants to dress inappropriately. You can picture the scene. It’s freezing outside and they appear in a dress that you know is clearly meant for summer. It pushes your buttons big time, for the zillionth time as you repeat yourself that its too cold. Blah, blah, blah.

Well as I ironed one of the ‘inappropriate’ items. I actually just yearned to see her running around in it. Even if it is too cold.

It reminded me of a great friend’s advice one time.  Whatever you do, DON’T SWEAT THE SMALL STUFF!

In the moment, it always seems important. In the grand scheme of things, it rarely is. Eat your dinner. Do your coat up. Put your hat on. The list is endless.

Do you sweat the small stuff ? Care to share?





My Gold medal

I was putting my daughter to bed the other night when she reached towards me to put something around my neck.

When I looked down I saw that it was a “pretend medal” that she had won the other week at a birthday party. It has a gold star on one side of the medal.

As she put it around my neck she said, ” that’s for you Mummy because you’ve been an absolute star today!” Big laugh out loud. Very funny I thought, quickly followed by an immense feeling of pride. Yes I thought and agreed, I did pretty well today eh.

I tucked her up and we went through all our usual good night routine. But, afterwards I couldn’t quite bring myself to take the medal off. So, I went to bed with it safely tucked under my pyjama top.

So this must be what it feels like to be a Gold medalist. Like nothing else exists outside of this moment and that you are just the best thing since sliced bread.

I’ve never considered myself to be that good at sports but if I were ever to put myself in for an event now. It’d have to be the ‘mummy’ Olympics. I imagine, a little like the decathalon only much tougher. How many activities can you pack into one day, whilst having fun and still feeling like you at the end of the day.

I’ve never run a marathon. But those that are parents know that some days can feel just that, like a marathon. Take a few minutes ( at least ) at the end of the day sometimes to appreciate yourself. Focus on what you did right, maybe things didn’t go exactly as you planned or may have wished. Here is also an opportunity to look at how you might do things differently next time. Being a parent is such a learning curve, we are practising really at being good parents. Every day.