It’s been a long time since my last post. It has been so long that initially I couldn’t even find the app on my phone to write this.
I’ve been hauled out of blog retirement by something I feel is important.
This is to all mums and dads, especially those of the stay at home variety.
This is to all those who have found themselves feeling or being told that “you should be doing more [around the house]”. This won’t apply to everyone, but in the early weeks and months I distinctly remember saying to Carl that I felt I should be doing more. This was despite the fact that Sam napped nowhere but on me or while out walking until he was 5 months old, fed frequently and cluster fed from 6-10pm every night until 4 months or so. The rest of the time I was entertaining him.
There was no time to do anything else!
A wise person once wrote this beautiful poem:
I hope my child looks back on today
And sees a mother who had time to play.
There will be years for cleaning and cooking,
But children grow up when you’re not looking.
Tomorrow I’ll do all the chores you can mention.
But today, my baby needs time and attention.
So settle down cobwebs; dust go to sleep,
I’m cuddling my baby, and babies don’t keep.
I love this poem. It sums up exactly how parenthood should be: Treasuring those special, all too fleeting moments and cuddles.
Another wise person, in this instance my friend Charlotte, informed me that when a baby is under 6 months, visitors do the work when they come over. They bring food, make drinks and help where they can. Since then, I’ve tried to do this whenever I’ve visited someone with a young baby.
However, back to housework.
It is not important.
I didn’t fully get in the swing of managing to raise the next generation AND tidy up until Sam was about 8 months old.
Nowadays, I keep the house in pretty good shape, and Sam is a big fan of the Hoover and loves to ‘help’ with his mini Henry or the broom while I Hoover, tidy, do the dishwasher, etc.
Until babies get to this stage, the housework can wait.