I can’t believe it’s been over 2 years since my last blog post! Total cliché, but “time flies” and “kids grow up so fast”! The “Little Guy” is not so little anymore – he’s now 8 years old with the attitude of an 18-year-old. And my little bun that was in the oven, is now 2 and all kinds of sassy. Unfortunately, when I gave birth my blog ended abruptly. The first couple of months with my newborn daughter was rough and the thought of blogging seemed arduous. So after a long hiatus, here I am.
Life these last couple of years has been pretty sweet. Sure there’s been the obligatory sleepless nights, repeated illnesses, head lice and worms have featured heavily, irritating stubbornness, tears and tantrums (not just the kids). You know, all the good stuff 😜. There have been tough depressing times and joyful make-your-heart-explode moments. Raising children is the stuff dreams/nightmares are made of 😂. It’s an emotional rollcoaster ride of bipolar proportions. But for the most part, it’s an experience you realise you couldn’t live without.
I still haven’t returned to work, but being a stay-at-home Mumma has made me truly happy – more than any “job”. Sure, hubby and I have spoken many times about me returning to work. It’s just that going back to a corporate, 9 to 5 office job doesn’t appeal to me right now. Not when I’d prefer to spend the days with my kids instead. And for what? It would just mean that we could upgrade from our little 2 bedroom unit to something roomier with a nicer car. Perhaps we may want those things one day, but for now we’ve chosen a more scaled down living situation. Small living not only allows me to do what I love by being around the children more, but it enables us to save a little in the process. My husband supports our household by working extremely hard (and doing more hours than he would like). However, he always finds the time to be an impressively present father to our children. I know he wouldn’t have it any other way. The fact I get to spend so much time with our kids makes him equally as happy. We did the same thing when I had my son, and we’re just as happy to do it with my daughter. A child’s early years are filled with so many special “firsts”, I really don’t want to miss a thing and you just never get that time back.
As I get older (and older) I think about “time” a lot. How much of it has gone by, how much of it I have left and how it’s the most precious thing in the whole wide world. Precious, because not only do we have so little of it, it is time itself that allows us to be with the ones we love. My husband and I make the time to spend quality moments with the kids as much as we can. Whether that’s playing a board game together, riding bikes together, going for a swim at the beach together, or going for a picnic together. The operative word here is TOGETHER. All be actively participating in the moment as a family, TOGETHER. I’ll be the first to put my hand up and say I have had (perhaps many) moments where I’ve sat on the sand and watched Hubby and the kids frolic happily in the sea from afar. Maybe I didn’t want to get my hair wet, or it was just a little too cold for my liking? Whatever my excuse, and as much as it brings a smile to face to just watch a doting father at play with his children. I know that that scenario is waaaaaay better when I’m in play too.
As much as Hubby and I like doing simple activities with the kids in order to spend time together. There are also bigger, and sometimes more special things in our life that we like to do, that require more planning. Like holidays. Whether it’s going on a trip that’s 2 hours or 22 hours away from home. It’s about getting away from the daily grind so that you can really concentrate on spending that special time together, without the distractions of your regular day-to-day life. We have been on a few trips with the children over the years and have really cherished that time away. On each holiday we always find ourselves wishing it not to end, we have even extended our trips whilst away for that very reason. Alas, all good things come to end and we eventually need to return to our everyday lives. Hubby and I have often fantasised about how nice it would be to just forget everything back home and stay on holiday forever. I mean, who hasn’t?
It was that fantasy which eventually prompted Hubby to one day beg the question; “Well, why can’t we just go on holiday and stay there?”. It was met with a barrage of concerned questions of my own: What about work? Where would the kids go to school? What if we got sick, would there be reliable hospitals? What about the man power and hours it would take to pack up our lives here? I mean, did he seriously think this through? Not only did Hubby have reasonable answers to all those questions, he also managed to give me many more reasons as to why we could and should. With Hubby’s convincing I too realised that we could do this, we could really do this! And we might already know the perfect place………
It would be a big and bold move, but most of all, it would be GU’D 😉.