Fond Festive Memories
Another Christmas present has become a Christmas past, and so I’ll begin my round-up with an enchanting tale: A ‘Mum Muddling Through’ Christmas Carol. It feels like five minutes since we were Putting up the Decs (Mums’ Army), but somehow we’re here in 2018 with another festive season under our belt.
I have loved the parodies that have been shared this last few weeks. The Mummy Bubble gave her twist to ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas, and I hummed along to The Toddler Twelve Days of Christmas by All Things Spliced. Mother (Almost Never) Knows Best re-wrote the classic We’re Going On a Bear Hunt to capture the perils of a family get-together at Christmastime. I also had to giggle at Dear Husband – A Bit Of A Parody But Really Just A List Of What Not To Buy Me For Christmas (Mummy’s Whine Club). Another festive favourite of mine, which always reminds me of Christmas now thanks to the animated film which we’ve had on repeat, is The Gruffalo. If (like me) you know the story off by heart, you’ll love this version with a toddler twist by Life Love and Dirty Dishes.
I spent the days through ‘Twixmas’ as I always do: Trying to convince myself that it IS still Christmas. I used the fact that the CBeebies house was still decorated to entirely justify my mince pie intake. (Calories don’t count until New Year. It’s the law!) I don’t think I’ll ever tire of seeing those CBeebies bugs in their Santa hats. In fact I’m sure I’ll still be enforcing the channel in our house when the kids are in their twenties. Slouching Towards Thatcham’s Musical Parody for The CBeebies Generation made me feel quite emotional to be honest! Luckily our house was still full of chocolate which helped me through…
In Other News, I Think My Scales Must Be Broken?
It’s the only possible explanation for the numbers that are flashing at me when I climb on at the moment? I haven’t seen numbers that high since, well last January actually! Each New Year I count down to midnight and vow to be a much better version of myself. I ponder a little about time as another year ticks by. My 40th birthday is now THIS year and I’m not entirely sure how that happened? I am acutely aware of my children ageing, yet I remain in complete denial about my own rapidly increasing years. Midlife is beckoning, and with it all the joys of The Twelve Days Of Midlife! (Midlife Dramas In Pyjamas.)
Ringing in 2018.
A new year always feels like much more than a new calendar page. It’s about taking stock, reflecting and for some of us, ringing the changes. Poetry can a perfect way to capture the milestones in life, as Mumversation has with her End of a Breastfeeding Journey. I also loved reading this poem by The Rhyming Mum, which marks ten years with her husband and looks at how their relationship has beautifully evolved.
I’m all for embracing the new year as a time to make small positive changes. That being said, I won’t be going for the traditional Cruel January Detox (Tales from Mamaville) this year. It doesn’t need to be anything drastic. It could be as simple as a promise to take 5 minutes for ourselves each day to just Breathe (Mummy Here and There). Whatever our hopes and plans may be, 2018 is a blank page in our story. Whatever we may hope to write, there has never been a better time to Start (Mum Turned Mom).
Wishing you all a very happy new year!
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