Usually on the blog I chatter about the bigger parenting issues that are in my head; how to be a more organised parent, my battles with anxiety or even trending topics such as gender neutrality. And these things really do matter to me. Equally though, it’s those ordinary little moments in my own family life that are so important. I hardly ever talk about them over here on the blog, although I often do over on Instagram and I think that’s because maybe they just aren’t that interesting to you, the reader. But then it kind of occurred to me that the posts that I myself love reading are just these – the ordinary, everyday moments that make up someone’s family life. In a way they are like little windows into other families normality I guess. For me at least, they serve to make me feel much more normal as a parent, although I do hate the word usually. If I can relate to the “normal” but individually special moments that other mothers are documenting, then it can make me feel reassured, perhaps amused or just a bit less alone and I have to admit that I often feel really lonely in motherhood so it’s nice to feel those tiny connections to other women going through a similar phase of life, particularly if I’m having a more challenging day.
I also think how lovely it must be for those mothers to have all of those little ordinary moments documented, a bit like an online diary of childhood I suppose. Zak is nearly twelve so I say with some certainty that those younger, innocent but seemingly challenging years disappear in a fog of daily chaos and life that just happens. So I know that they will treasure these little moments, photographs or videos and look back and be so happy that they bothered to sit down and write about them after another long day of toddler wrangling, working and putting everyone else first.
So here I am, ready to join in with a lovely group of bloggers all documenting the little everyday, ordinary moments. Donna, from the blog – What the Redhead Said runs this link up and I’m going to just indulge myself once a week with a little capture of our everyday normal. I hope that you won’t mind too much.
This week my ordinary moment comes from a little Friday feeling. I’m in the office Tuesday – Thursdays and on these days I probably only see Sophie for about an hour (maybe two) and as I’ve said before, it pretty much breaks my heart. I don’t know why I can’t get used to it – but I just haven’t been able to yet. Anyway this isn’t a sob story so come Friday, we are long overdue some quality time together and I started blocking out the mornings for just this. No cleaning, no shopping, no chores or routines – we head on out and just take in a new place or experience together.
This week it was a new park that we hadn’t tried before. It doesn’t sound that exciting does it? And I suppose it wasn’t exciting but what it was was really special. To me at least and hopefully, to her too.
We were there early, straight from dropping Zak at school and we had the place to ourselves. We walked, we ran, I chased, she giggled uncontrollably. We watched a squirrel – the first she has ever seen (she thought it was a cat!!) burying nuts for the winter, we collected pine cones from the woods and marvelled at the pond with it’s enormous lilypads. Watching her run round and round the pond, I could see how she might think it was strange that she was moving so fast but ending up in the same place each time. It’s funny how children throw different light on the ordinary things we take for granted isn’t it?
It was cold though, probably our first really cold day since last Winter but beautifully sunny all the same. The wind whipped and bit at our cheeks and made our noses run. Her little face was flushed pink with the nippy air and the wonder of discovering autumn in all its glory. Leaves – bright orange and red were collected from the ground and she ran from tree to tree, reaching up as high as she could to try to put them back. I couldn’t quite get her to understand that they belonged on the floor at this time of year so we just held hands and looked up at the summer falling from the branches above us. In a funny way she seemed a little bit upset about this cycle as though the trees were distressed by the changes. She’s very sensitive like that.
Everything about that seemingly ordinary trip to the park will be captured in my mind I think because really, what I witnessed was my daughter discovering and falling in love with my favourite season, autumn. It was magic, she was magic and our ordinary moment was actually extremely special.
And of course we ended up in a cosy café with a hot chocolate, a babyccino and cake. There’s always cake.