I love this quote and I love this photo of my ‘little fairy’ Mads.
Sometimes I feel a little sad about the world we are bringing our girls up in to.
Don’t get me wrong, they are growing up surrounded by love and happiness. But occasionally when I turn on the news or read the paper, I feel a little sad about some of the horrible things that happen. How people can be so cruel to others.
It feels like such a huge responsibility being a parent sometimes. That we have been entrusted to care for these girls, and help them grow up to be kind, compassionate human beings. To protect them, keep them safe, but yet also give them enough freedom to spread their wings and become who they were meant to be. There is the desire to keep them wrapped up in cotton wool but with it the worry of stifling them too much.
Even at this age it’s there. The child in soft play who pushes Mads to the ground. Her little face with tears streaming down it, looking at me as if to question why anyone would do such a thing. There’s the desire to leave soft play but instead I find myself saying to her ‘That wasn’t a nice thing to do, we must not push or hit other people.’ The desire to let her fight her own battles a little. To learn that not everyone is going to be nice all the time.
At the moment she is so innocent and pure, unaware of the horrible things in the world. I wish I could keep her that way. Children seem in such a rush to grow up nowadays and I look at young teen girls with faces full of makeup and it makes me feel a little sad. I am not stereotyping every teenager, but it seems that a lot of their role models are people from TOWIE or Geordie Shore. It just seems that children aren’t children for as long anymore.
I remember going off on my bike when I was young and not coming home for hours. I would build dens with my friends, prank call boys from school from a phone box, and sit on a park bench and eat sweets. It was before the days of mobile phones and all my Mum would ask was that I checked in every few hours so she knew I was ok. I can’t remember how old I was, but would that happen nowadays?
I know that my little ladies won’t be little for ever but while they are I want to make their childhood full of magic and fun. I want them to go hunting for Gruffalo’s, and make dens in the woods. I want them to believe in fairy tales and believe that they can be anything they want to be. I want them to dance around in their tutu’s without any inhibitions, to want to be a princess when they grow up and to get excited about Father Christmas coming down the chimney.
I want our ordinary life to be magical. Of course it can’t be all the time, but I want to help them create memories of their childhood that they will treasure. I want to fill their days with fun, start traditions that they will pass on to their own children, and make the most of their little imaginations.
I want them to look back on their childhood when they are older and think that we did a good job and that life may not always have been easy but that it was full of love, fun and make believe.
I can’t keep them little forever but I can make this short time one that they will treasure.
And that I will treasure too.