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Today has been a day of bright yellow bubble baths (think Berocca wee, you're welcome!), baking chocolate chip/garlic cookies, stressing about how much Bear Cub jumps around on his brother/talks about shooting/wants to destroy things (is this normal almost 4yr old behavoour???), worrying that I'm not raising a caring/kind feminist son, going for a beautiful walk with friends who's kids are all amazingly patient, kind and gentle with my boys, coming home to a tired husband after a long week of work stress, eating veggie lasagna (feeling surprised I haven't eaten or missed meat this week and want to keep it up), nice glass of wine and hoping after 3 mjles-ish of walking/running we might get a full night's sleep... (I can hear the parenting gods laughing at my foolish optimism!!)
I feel like I've not been posting so much the last week or so...
Partly because a lot of the time I don't feel I have much to say 😀 There are so many powerful, strong voices on Instagram it can feel a little bit like I only have a whisper to offer...
And I don't want to only post about my kids because there are other people doing it better, and I want to think about other things and be seen as more than a mum (maybe this matters more since I lost my job, does anyone else feel that way?)
But sometimes I feel a bit lost (and by sometimes I mean most of the time and by a bit I mean a lot.) I feel like I want to make a difference but don't know exactly what my cause is or what I have to offer the world...
So then I try to think smaller and instead of thinking about how I can change the world I think about what my immediate world looks like. And at the moment it looks like 2 little boys, a tired husband, and some great friends. It looks like good days, bad days and grey days. It looks like worrying about the future, and teying to think through choices I make for my family and the environment. It looks like smiling at strangers, having random chats and offering up a seat on the bus occasionally. It looks like the small stuff.
And maybe by sharing the small stuff honestly here I can encourage someone or make someone feel a bit less alone. And maybe that's enough!
I am the chubby monk and I am raising the #Devil for #Halloween at
#Stanmer House courtesy of #popuptheatre and #Proudcountryhouse . Bahphomet was succesfully raised (Miska) and Lizz , star of the show a Nun who sent Devil packing and subdued me, and an excellent supporting cast of monks (with frilly dresses and excellent makeup under habits) but also subdued some very jolly party goers.