Lately I have been suffering from a little bit of mummy guilt.
Mainly it’s about whether I am doing enough for Miss 2’s socialisation.
I never worried about this with my older girls. When I worked they attended day care at least a few days a week. Add on the swimming, dancing or kinder gym lessons and our week was full and their interaction with other children well and truly met.
Miss 2 on the other hand is being raised in a very different situation. I no longer work so she is at home with me every day of the week. She adores her older sisters and learns a great deal from them (both the good and the bad), but I worry that she doesn’t spend enough time with children her own age. When she sees someone her own size she seems so fascinated by them.
She won’t start sessional kinder until 2019 … even though she turns 3 in March which is before the enrolment cut off and could start next year, I’ve weighed up and pro and cons and decided to wait until the following year.
I know her spending time at home with me offers so many great benefits – for both of us – and I feel so grateful to be able to spend so much time with my little girl, however I often wonder if she needs to spend more time with children her own age.
Hello mummy guilt.
A few weekends ago something big happened. I lost my baby girl.
Well, ok, I didn’t exactly lose her but in the space of a day she grew up amazingly fast.
It all happened so quickly. One Sunday morning, I casually mentioned to my husband that it might be time to think about moving Miss 2 to a big bed. She was no longer sleeping as well or for as long in her cot. She was resisting naps and waking earlier and earlier in the mornings.
When my husband said he would go out and pick one up for me that day, I took advantage of the offer while it lasted, did a quick search online, found the bed I was after in stock (winning!) and by later that afternoon the cot was dismantled and sitting out in the garage and my baby girl was ready to sleep in her very own big bed that night.
What? How did this happen? Where have those years gone?
Later this week my baby girl turns two. Two! How did this happen? Where has that time gone?!
I look back on the past two years and realise how I have done things so differently this time round. In some ways, it almost feels like I have been I have been treading this path of motherhood for the first time again.
With my older girls, I was back to work within six to 12 months of them being born. They went to daycare and completed their preschool years in this setting before heading into primary school. But with my baby girl, I have been a full time stay at home mum needing to discover play groups and considering when might be the best age to start her at three-year-old kinder.
I haven’t rushed into swimming lessons and other activities like I did with my older girls. I’m just letting time be, enjoying what is going on around us, enjoying these moments … because as corny and cliché as it sounds, time really does go by so very fast. Just the idea of my youngest turning two makes me realise just how fast!
One area I really did do differently this time round was how I started feeding Miss 1 solids when she was old enough.