When I took this photo I just thought it was cute because it was my boy staring into the vast ocean.
Then the more I look at it I wonder what he’s thinking about.
I bet he’s just taking in the scenery, the waves rolling in, the seagulls flying over head, and wishing he could have another wee bottle of juice, his favourite treat in the world!
And that is all I want him to be thinking about. I don’t want him to worry about a thing in the world because as his mum that is my job.
It’s my role to make sure he feels safe, happy, wanted, adored, appreciated, and loved unconditionally.
Every time I see my daughter chew her nails I ask what’s bugging her or making her anxious and then do my best to take away her worry.
As we grow older, we become more independent and take on that role ourselves.
We are the ones responsible for our own happiness – because no one else can do this for you.
It’s true that we have partners, friends and family to love and support us, but it’s foolish to rely on them to make you feel whole.
But it’s hard to explain to a three-year-old why we can’t invite ourselves to his daycare mate’s house for dinner.
Or why an older child is mean to him because he’s not a ‘big boy’.
We can’t shield our kids forever, but if we can educate them that we can’t be friends with everyone – then maybe we can build resilient kids.
Every day I learn something from my children, usually it’s something about ‘poo pee and wee wee sandwiches’ but sometimes it’s amazing.
Like the other night my son looked me in the eye and said ‘I lub you mum because you smell nice and lub (love) me even when I cry’.
The next day my daughter gave me a reality check, with her big brown eyes, she starred into my eyes and said ‘I don’t want you to die mum!’
I laughed it off and told her it would be ‘years and years and years and years and years and years etc etc’ until that happened.
But honestly a little piece inside of me felt crushed – because I knew there would come a time when she would mourn for me.
Anyway – enough doom and gloom – I’m going to leave you with a CUTE photo of my girl and I at my parents wee ‘ranch’ this Easter.
What have your kids taught you? What lessons do you think we should pass on to our children?