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Pride and Joy



It goes without saying that when you become a parent, you are immensely proud of your child.  Their first smile brings with it the most amazing feeling of joy and these moments make you realise how happy you are and how precious a gift having children is.  I know all too well that my boys are a gift; the one thing I have always wanted.  Even from being a little girl, I knew the one thing I definitely wanted to be was a mother and today, I pinch myself to make sure that it isn’t a dream.  That these perfect little boys are mine for keeps!

Every day, I wonder though, are we doing a good job at raising them?  I think we are.  Ian and I both have our strengths and we don’t seem to be too far off in how we feel about raising the boys.  As long as we are doing the best we can and are making decisions with the boys’ welfare at the core, then I think we are doing a good job. 


Of course, we both have our weaknesses too.  I know I can be firm when I need to be but I am the softer of the two.  I let things go much easier than Ian and I tend to give in much easily.  If Jacob gets out of bed, I tend to hold on to him for cuddles rather than take him straight back to bed, whereas Ian will toddle him back to bed and tuck him in.  With Seth, if he makes one little sound, I am there, either stroking his little head or picking him up for those heartwarming cuddles rather than leaving him to settle himself.

I think too that as a parent, we have a responsibility for teaching our children early on, not just about numbers and the alphabet, but manners and behaviour.  Jacob has some epic tantrums when he wants to; he is quite stubborn and it isn’t that he is naughty, but if he is tired or hungry, he is so grumpy – a typical male I think!  But tantrums aside, he is a pleasant and polite little boy – he knows he needs to say please and thank you for anything he asks for or receives.  He knows ‘sorry’ when he has been mischievous or naughty and what is the loveliest of all is, without prompt, he will say “I love you Mammy/Daddy/Seth”.  


He is so loving towards Seth and it is a wonderful thing to watch him walk up to the Moses Basket and stroke Seth’s head whilst saying “cute” or “beautiful”.  Seth loves to hear Jacob’s voice too – he smiles when he is near him and when he comes back from nursery, Seth settles down and becomes really content around Jacob.  Two peas in a pod!

I do worry about his speech because he was quiet for what seemed like a long time – he spoke words and he understands everything you say to him, but he does still babble a lot when he is playing or when he wants to tell you something quickly – our health visitor seemed pretty pleased with his progress at the last visit though and she reassured me that babbling is still fine at his age – because he is playing and using his imagination.  He is talking a lot more at nursery too which is a relief – it seemed that when I went to nursery before, they always seemed to be really negative when they told me he was quiet.  Little did they tell me that he could sit and do jigsaws by himself, he can count to 30, do the alphabet and even recognises his own name when it is written down.  A few weeks ago, one of the carers I spoke to said “He is quiet.  Quiet but very clever.”  I smiled all the way home.  For once, it wasn’t about what he wasn’t doing, but what he was doing and how well he was doing it.


Recently, Jacob started football ‘academy’ at nursery.  After three weeks, the coach asked for the carers to pass the message onto Ian and I that Jacob is so well behaved, he listens to instructions and does what he is asked to do without any fuss.  Yesterday, he came home with blue stamps all up his arm – they get stamps for every good thing they do during football.  I think you always want your child to behave and we were slightly concerned he might not listen to do what he is told during his football, but to hear that he is and he loves it so much makes us ridiculously proud.  Ian has both Jacob and Seth down to play for Hartlepool already!  I am aiming higher than Hartlepool!  Mind you, I have them both as surgeons or lawyers or something.  

Not sure who will be paying the university fees though...

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