I‘ve been trying to write this for a little while now and am shamefully completing it almost a month after the event of Elfie’s fifth birthday.
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I’ve noticed as a mum there are still some topics that are taboo, even within circles of friends. We discuss so much with other mothers – education, health, relationships, POO – but there are some things that really still don’t get discussed.
You may have seen the #ARWOMAN campaign floating around a couple of blogs recently.
It is a movement created by Atterley Road, whose goal it is to get women openly celebrating other woman.
I‘d totally forgotten when I wrote about Elfie’s fourth birthday fails a couple of weeks ago that we’d get to do it all over again soon after: her birthday party!
In the whole process of organizing Elfie a 4th birthday party I did one thing incredibly right and one thing incredibly wrong.
In my infinite wisdom I decided that Monday was going to be a big day for Elfie.
It was her 4th birthday so it was already huge. So huge that she padded into my bedroom at 4.55am to say “is it now, mummy? Am I four?”.
(My answer: “you are not four til 7 o’clock. Go back to bed”.
Every time I read the poem ‘B’ by Sarah Key, I think of Elfie.
If I should have a daughter, instead of “Mom,” she’s going to call me, “Point B.” Because that way she knows that no matter what happens, at least she can always find her way to me.
It is beautiful, the most beautiful piece of writing I have ever read.
Apparently I’m unable to write about how much I love my little boy without going in to spasms of guilt that I haven’t done the same with Elfie. It’s true what they say, you know: you really never love one of your kids more than the other. You might like the one that doesn’t wake you up at 5.