I am not a mummy

As you all should know by now, I am a mummy to two beautiful boys.  Gning was born in September 2011, and Donut in June 2015.  Both are my world – always have been, and always will be.

I always looked forward to the day that my first born could speak, and he would start calling me “mummy”, but that was never the case.

His first name for me was “mama”.  It then moved on to “mumma”, and I absolutely loved it.  It wasn’t going to be long before he could say “mummy”.

Gning was about 18 months old when we were in a hotel, at Schiphol (in the Netherlands) when it first happened.

Hubby, Gning and I had one room; and across the hall, my mum and dad had a room.  Gning kept pointing to the door, saying “nanna”; so I opened the door, and he toddled on through, and knocked on my parents door.  They let him in, and about 15 minutes later, my mum was knocking on our door with the baby…  I opened the door, and he practically jumped in to my arms.

“I don’t know what he’s trying to say.  He keeps saying “me me” and knocking on the door, pointing,” mum said.

I looked at hubby – neither of us had a clue what he was trying to say; but Gning kept hugging me, and saying “me me”.

It was towards the end of that week away when we realised what he was saying.

Hubby asked Gning, “where’s “me me”?”  Gning kept pointing to me…

Fast forward to when he was about three.  He was still referring to me as “me me”, although we had now adapted the spelling.  Well, it was actually Gning who confirmed the way we would spell it, as he had been learning how to write his name in nursery.

One day he came home from nursery with a card he had made for me.  Inside, it read:

“Mmymmy

love

Gning*”

*(real name was written – not Gning)

I asked him what the “mmymmy” said, and he replied, “me me”.

I think it’s funny, that people still ask “who’s me me?”  I am then able to relay the wonderful story that started in Holland.

It’s just stuck since then, and I love it.  I’ve never met anyone else who is a mummy, called “mmymmy”.  He knows that I am mum, and mummy, and he thinks he’s being cheeky now when he says “ok, mum”…

I have repetitively told him that it’s ok to call me mum or mummy, as I am all of those titles; and once he asked me if it’s ok for him to call me mum now.  I replied that of course it was, but he’s never changed it.

More recently, Donut has started saying “me me” and pointing to me…  It’s definitely stuck, and I just love it.

So, if you know us personally, and if you ever hear my boys say “me me”, they’re talking about their mummy.  Their mum.  Me(me).

20 ways kids make Christmas magical

It’s easy for Christmas BC (Before Children) to feel more about our hangovers and expanding waistlines (not to mention our overdrafts) than any real festive spirit. Then you have a child and all that changes. Not since you were a nipper, anxiously listening out for Father Christmas in your PJs, have you felt so infused with joy and enchantment.

Here are 20 ways that Christmas becomes magical when you’re a parent …

1. It used to drive you bonkers that Christmas started pretty much in October (oh, yes it did…) but now you can’t wait for the shops to bust out the Christmas lights and to hear Noddy Holder’s dulcet tones. Ooh, and the advent calendars, and the ads and the Christmas lists…  How many times have you rewritten yours?

2. Nothing can prepare you for the heart-melting sweetness of watching your little one in their very first Christmas nativity or school play, whether they have a starring role or not (it’s Gning’s first Nativity on 7 December).  Don’t forget your tissues!

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3. Kids make it OK to sport clashing decorations and an OTT Christmas tree.  In fact, the more of mash-up of colours and styles of baubles, the better.

4. It’s FINALLY acceptable to buy chocolate decorations again. Just remember to leave a few for the kids, eh?

5. Their Christmas list to Santa reads like a stock-taking sheet of ToysRUs and Smyths combined.  But it’s the ‘and I’ve been soooo good’ line that really makes you smile.

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6. Thank goodness this year you’ve got a good excuse for the misshapen mince pies.  All your toddler’s own work, yes?

7. You love channelling your inner-storyteller with stories of Father Christmas and seeing your children’s eyes widen with delight.

8. Creating your very own traditions is something you’ll share for a lifetime.  Maybe you write a Christmas poem together, or put on a little festive play for the grandparents?  Or leave one more present in the garden to be discovered – “Oh look!  Santa must have dropped it!”

9. Leaving a glass or milk (or something stronger) for Father Christmas, and a carrot for Rudolph, never loses it’s charm.  And neither does…

10. …drinking that something stronger on Christmas Eve, when the wee ones are safely asleep.

11. Nothing beats that amazing feeling of satisfaction on Christmas Eve when everything is wrapped and ready for the next day.  Savour the scene – because the next day it’s carnage!  Hope your recycling bins are empty…

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12. Not to encourage your inner bah, humbug, but it’s a great time of year to dodge any tedious social engagements: honestly, babysitters are so unreliable…

13. Family films are no longer an indulgence, they’re mandatory.  From the Muppet’s Christmas Carol to Home Alone, it’s the perfect season to snuggle up on the sofa.

14. Talking of which, make your brood hot chocolate with marshmallows. And have one yourself.

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15. Place your bets on what time Christmas Day officially starts.  And yes, it feels magical even though it’s 5am.

16. As you watch them open their pressies, you remember the fizzy feeling of thrill and excitement you had as a child.  And seeing the joy your children bring to their grandparents is priceless.

17. Eating together as a family is something to take time over and savour.  Who cares if the potatoes are a tiny bit burnt, or the sprouts a bit hard?  It doesn’t have to be perfect to be appreciated.

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18. Snow is what dreams are made of when you’re five.  And snow at Christmas…  Cue delirious children and giggling parents!

19. The pleasure of tumbling back into a warm and cosy house after a good old stomp outside brings the colour to everyone’s cheeks.

20. Knowing at the close of Christmas day that the hard work is over for another year – and despite the odd flurry of tears and tantrums – they’ve had a pretty wonderful day.  Well done, you.  Only 365 days to go…

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If you’re wondering, ask your 4 year old.

We were just on our way home from a quick Asda run, and a fire engine pulled out of the side road.

Hubby said to me “ahh, you don’t see many of those any more”, to which I agreed.

I pulled the car in to the same road, where the fire engine had turned out from, to see another fire engine, two ambulances and one of the yellow CCTV police vans.  There were loads of people around, but we couldn’t really see anything.

Looking out of the rear window, Gning voiced his idea on what had happend; “I think someone must have been stung by a buzzy bee”.

Yep.  Valid reason for all the attention right there.

Happy 4th birthday to my beautiful boy

Today is one of the most important people in my lifes’ birthday.

I cannot believe that my amazing little man has reached his fourth birthday already.  I really do not know where the time has gone.

Dear Gning.

I love you with all of my heart.  You are one of the most important things that have ever happened to me…  Who knew that after so long in trying to have you, that today you are celebrating your 4th birthday.

You are such an amazing little guy.  Your smiles really can light up a room, and you have the best sense of humour I have ever known.  You definitely take after me, ha ha.

I want you to have everything you possibly can have in life.  I will try – as will daddy and your grandparents – to make you want for nothing – without being spoiled.

Have a fantastic birthday, little guy.  I love you so, so, so much.

Love from Mmymmy xxxxxxxxxxxx

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Lead Me, Guide Me, Walk Beside Me

Tomorrow will be the second consecutive Sunday that our family of four will have been to church.

It’s all so strange…  Personally, I do consider myself to be ‘partially religious’.  I do believe in God, but I couldn’t really care.  I am, if you like, agnostic.  I used to have faith.  I used to regularly go to church as a child, and as a teenager.  When I was in my early twenties, something just snapped inside of me.  I don’t know what it was, or what had caused it, but I was on the verge of breaking.

I can remember driving around one Christmas Eve, looking for a Christmas Carol service.  I must have driven past five or six churches, and looked at their notice boards.  All of them stated that the Carol service had been previously held.  There was not even a special “midnight service” to thank God for the life of Jesus.  It was at that point, as I finally pulled the car over and cried, that I knew I had lost my Faith.

It’s terrible to say, and I have only ever told one person about this before (hubby dearest).  He has never judged me.  For he is an agnostic too.

Several years ago, hubby had proposed, and we were planning a wedding…  I had considered enquiring in a beautiful church in my local village, as my parents and my grandparents (on my fathers side) were married there.  But I never considered myself religious, so I thought a church wedding could be audacious.  My Faith had started to slowly rebuild before the proposal, but I still felt that I needed to regain Gods’ trust, so I let the idea slip completely, thinking that maybe one day in the future, on an anniversary, that we may ask for a marriage Blessing in church.

Gning was Baptised on 1 April 2012.  I can remember everything perfectly about the day, and indeed the lead up to the event.  It was a beautiful day – the sun was shining; everyone dressed up beautifully; and Gning was the last of 3 babies on that day to be Baptised, and welcomed in to the church.  It certainly was a joyous event, and I was – and still am – so happy that we made the decision to have him Baptised.

When Donut arrived, I was eager to get the date booked to have him Baptised, so I could thank God for the life of a second child.  We enquired with the church where Gning was Blessed, only to be told that they are fully booked until March 2016.  Personally, I think they are not fully booked at all, and that they are just trying to put us off booking there, but that’s a story for another time; and I was just not prepared to wait.

Last week the four of us took a trip to beautiful St Michael’s church in the village.  It was a lovely service – lots of families and children, and Gning enjoyed the Superhero theme.  After the service, we had a chat with one of the church wardens about getting Donut Baptised there, and they said that they would be honoured to welcome him in to the church there.

This now brings us full circle…  We have to attend the church every Sunday on the lead up to the Baptism.  This will integrate us in to the church community, and will show the vicar (is that the right word now-a-days?  I’m still so new to all this…) that we are serious about wanting Donut to be an active member of the church.  It’s definitely different.  I never thought that in my mid-thirties that I would be joining a church, and being an active church-goer.  To be honest though, I love the idea.  It’s helping with my Faith even more, ensuring we spend time together as a family – doing something because we want to, rather than because we feel we have to, giving us a purpose to get up of a Sunday, and giving structure to our lives.  It’s funny how one little tiny thing can change your life forever, and I thank God for that.

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