With Valentines in mind, all the hearts for this post by Tales of Two Children based on the “Love Is” phenomenon that I remember as a child. I love so many of the nostalgic classics from when we were younger, and it has been brilliant to see some of them being reworked now as parodies. Mother (Almost Never) Knows Best exposed the shocking truth behind The Tiger Who Came To Tea. (I had always had my suspicions about that mum!) I also loved Mummy’s Whine Club’s clever spin on one of my all time favourites – The Very Hungry Caterpillar.
Certain memories from our childhood have a habit of sticking with us for life. For some unknown reason I can still list the 16 french verbs that are conjugated with etre. Ask me what I did this morning or why I’ve gone to the fridge though and I have no recollection. I blame baby brain! (Thanks The Rhyming Mum – Good to know I’m not alone in this!) The first poem I ever really studied at around 8 years old was Robert Frost’s Stopping By The Woods on a Snowy Evening. It clearly had an impact as I can still recite it to this day, and so I decided to give it a parenting twist with a parody of my own.
The books that we read as children often shape our passions and interests in adult life and it’s up to us to help plant the seed. I recently found this post by The Uncheshire Wife Life which wraps up the power of reading with children beautifully.
Speaking of childhood and looking back fondly, Jen at Poet31 has started sharing a nostalgic series of poems about her home town of Meopham. Anyone that knows the area will I’m sure connect with it straight away. Even though I haven’t visited the town it brought the memories flooding back of my own home in a way that poetry does so powerfully.
Time passes though. Too quickly in so many cases! Me Annie Bee calls time with her piece Just A Minute – Stop Growing So Fast! Sometimes however, with time comes Distance (By Mummy Here and There). Our own lives evolve and we start new chapters.
Many of us are working through the motherhood chapter right now. Motherhood (Great poem by Instant Mum of Two). The ultimate gift but also the ultimate time-stealer. As Mumversation writes so perfectly: “Time with the kids, Is more precious than gold. But relentless it can seem, And makes you feel old.” So many of the days are magical. But then let’s be honest, some of them are Crap Mummy Days (by The Mum From Brum). There are times that are an absolute battle and it can feel like we are silently drowning. I was moved by the brutal honesty in this post by Mummy Thomas’ Blog – I Wish The Stigma Would Go Away.
The written word has the power to break down those barriers and stigmas. To inspire, to motivate and to shape who we become. I loved this poem by The Parent Poet as she writes to her daughter: “Believe in yourself, And soon you will know, That you’re older and wiser, And that’s how you grow.”
Each day is a blank page for us to fill, and as Kelly at Daydreams of a Mum explains – We’re All Stories In The End…
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