Month: June 2015

Do what you love

~ Fridgesays ~ 12 Comments

Quote by David Frost.

It seems much easier to say ‘do what you love’ as perhaps a child, than say an adult who has bills to pay and mouths to feed. However, I fundamentally believe it’s true.

IMG_2361I’m very blessed that I work as a teacher in a lovely school – a job I wanted and enjoy, but I don’t believe that your job or career defines you.

I love being a Mummy too (most of the time – given the odd tantrum and over flowing nappy), I’ve been blessed with two little tots. My little man has just turned two and in 2009 I had a little girl who sadly was too precious for this world and so she had to fly off to bigger and better things. These experiences are my little positive miracles. J (my little boy) often teaches me more about the world than I do him.

Being a mother doesn’t define me either, or a partner, a relative or friend. To me ‘Doing what I love’ is the much smaller gifts in life. I try and make time for them because they make me happy, and on days when my bed is comfy and warm and the thought of going to work is too much to bare…they make my day worth while.

I wrote a few of them down in a little note pad that I keep my my bed (I’m a sucker for stationary) and I noticed that most of them were free or cost very little. How lovely is that!

* painting my nails * drinking tea * walking the dog in the woods *reading (both grown up books by myself and snuggling with J for a classic ‘The Tiger that came to tea’) * drinking red wine or a GnT in the garden with my Chiminea * cuddling * lighting candles (usually linen scented) * cracking the perfect boiled egg – with an appropriate number of toasted soldiers lined up on the plate.

So what do you do that you love? Maybe write a list and make more time for it (especially if it’s a rainy kind of day…and boy life’s full of those) Let me know how it goes…

  I am because…

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   An African proverb

The fridge and I have many different favourite quotes, but this little gem defrosts our souls.

Firstly, Happy Father’s Day. This is for all the Daddio’s who are awesome. Believe me there are plenty – I’m greedy and have two.

My Dad has been married to my Mum for over 40 years, he was my first hero and I adore him. He plays with J and is always on hand to fix a toy or build him a legendary tower (that J knocks down in seconds). I’m an only child so I’ve been bubble wrapped since before I entered the world. Every childhood photo of mine has cushions in the background and my slide even had a mat at the bottom (because everyone knows the fatalities involved in falling on grass, right?), he always made time for a story even when he worked silly hours – he has never wanted anything for himself and if I’m honest has always gone above and beyond, like when I passed my driving test and wanted to drive back to university in Lincoln from our home in London…he sat next to me all the way like my shadow and then got the train straight back, it took him hours and I probably never really thanked him

(thank you x)

Then there’s my soul mate and partner in crime – Js Daddy. We are a team and he drives me mad…like crazy  fruit loop mad. He is messy and he can wind me up in seconds and I blooming adore him! Haha – that’s true love.

J is blessed because Friday is Daddy-day-care, this means my house is trashed, they get every toy out and use every kitchen utensil (and never load it in the dishwasher) and to be honest I’m not sure what they do? But I do know that J is happy and learns crazy pointless Dad things like hand shakes and wrestling moves that blow my mummy brain and…I wouldn’t have it another way.

As our little dude has grown so has their interaction. Dads have it hard in the first few months of bonding. While I was a human cow, all he could do was change nappies – while I was at home for nearly 6 months, he was working longer to compensate financially…

So thank you, to every loving Dad that’s interactive, creative and in my case an expert in occupying a tantruming two year old in the supermarket because he wants the doughnut NOW. Bed times wouldn’t be as beautiful and our little guy is because…we are.

Share your Daddy stories below x