And then I see their faces…

Some days … I struggle with the realisation that we are going to be late.

My pleas, requests and cajoles to get dressed, find shoes, brush teeth, comb hair go unanswered; I say it once, I say it twice… by the time I get to the sixth request I am feeling my blood pressure rise.

Ultimately we do get into the car, in some form of readiness but inevitably behind schedule. As I slam the car door and start the ignition the tirade begins. The words tumble out, one on top of the other, heating the air and creating a car full of friction. The more I rant the more obvious their silence… I am cross, I am frustrated and I am on a roll. I look in the rear view mirror and then I see their faces and I realise that dressed and on time are irrelevant when there is a game to play.

Some days… I remember that there is a talent to getting lost in play.

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Some days… I’m cleaning the house with a steady grumble. They are old enough to clean up after themselves. ‘The floor is not a wardrobe’ I hear myself mutter, ‘I didn’t sleep in this bed so I shouldn’t have to make it’. The words just slip out of my mouth with a life all of their own. Eventually it is the sticks and stones that break the camel’s back, literally!  What could two small boys possibly need with so many of them (sticks not camels… obviously)… and why inside the house? That’s it, I’m throwing them all out… and then I see their faces and I understand that these sticks and stones are magical elements in the mind of a child.

Some days… I remember that unmade beds make amazing forts and clothes on the floor make great stepping stones across treacherous croc filled waters. And a house full of sticks and stones could be just the talisman needed to keep our home a sanctuary.

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Some days… are long days. Bed time has come and gone, and gone some more. There is a path worn from sitting room to their respective beds. This is ridiculous! Can’t a parent get any down time? They have had all day to go to the toilet/ drink water/ finish that story, so why, oh why, do they save it all up for those bewitching hours? Limits are reached, more noises are heard, steps are stomping down darkened corridors one time too many. But actually they are all asleep… and then I see their faces and I forget all bedtime mischief.

Some days… I remember that we need to be well fed and watered before embarking on a night full of dream filled adventures.

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And then there are some days when I am that child… and that is when they see my face… and they smile in solidarity!

The kids

nao

Science blogger and writer; Owner of Dr. How's Science Wows; Mother of three junior scientists who have taught me that to be a great scientist you need to look at life through the eyes of a child!

22 thoughts on “And then I see their faces…

  • June 1, 2015 at 12:43 am
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    Oh, what a gorgeous post! I wasn’t very nice to my lot at bedtime tonight, particularly to the one who came down insisting she needed a straw at 9 o’clock. I am going to keep this post in mind and be better tomorrow.

    • June 4, 2015 at 9:19 am
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      And obviously a straw is a bedtime must for some reason beyond our comprehension 😉 Glad you liked the post, it definitely wasn’t meant to add to the guilt… just a personal reality check, to let myself off the hook a bit when I am being the cross mum and remind myself that some days are different!

  • June 1, 2015 at 12:06 am
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    How beautiful. Sometimes I look at a huge montage of photos over many years, I look at the faces of the babies who are now all grown up, and I remember they are still my babies.
    I loved this reminder. Thank you.

    • June 4, 2015 at 9:20 am
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      They will always be our babies won’t they Tric? Can’t imagine it any other way!

  • May 31, 2015 at 11:19 am
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    Love this post, I can relate to all of it, the mammy guilt is strong..

    • June 4, 2015 at 9:20 am
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      It is the reality in my house anyway, glad I am not alone 🙂

  • May 31, 2015 at 10:36 am
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    Love it Naomi 🙂 Though it can be hard when days are manic and nerves are fraught, the little faces and Lookit Mama usually win me over,

    • June 4, 2015 at 9:21 am
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      I’d say you are a softy Nicola, your lucky kids 🙂

      • June 4, 2015 at 3:57 pm
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        Naomi, my husband and I are rubbish at discipline, my little monkey was throwing tantrums in Tesco today, we left with a book, a Thomas the Tank dinner plate and new pj’s that he had to have!! He will be a tyrant and it’s all my fault!!

  • May 31, 2015 at 10:00 am
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    Lovely post! Running late always stresses me out. I’ve had to get used to being (un)fashionably late for everything.

    • June 4, 2015 at 9:22 am
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      You are right, you’d think after all these years I’d just accept it but I still get so stressed!

  • May 31, 2015 at 6:09 am
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    Love it Naomi! It’s hard to keep perspective when it’s always so manic but you’re right – it’s the little faces that get me. That and the slightly chubby hands.

    • June 4, 2015 at 9:26 am
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      Oh those chubby hands… and knees Helen!

  • May 31, 2015 at 12:45 am
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    Beautiful post Naomi. My boys have a stick collection too. Luckily they keep them under a tree in the garden though 😉

    • June 4, 2015 at 9:28 am
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      What is it with sticks and stones? My boys insist that they all reside in the house… in various locations and often underfoot 🙂

  • May 30, 2015 at 5:42 pm
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    Ah so lovely!! I can only say that my three now in their 30s are still making the messes and I’m still a sucker for those sweet faces. And for heaven’s sake they are MEN!!!

    • May 30, 2015 at 7:47 pm
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      I kind of like the idea that I will always be a sucker for their sweet faces 🙂
      Thanks so much for your lovely comment

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    • May 30, 2015 at 7:45 pm
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      Thanks so much 🙂

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