#DoSomethingYummy What My Kids Mean to Me

I'm throwing my blogging ways behind CLIC Sargent's Yummy Mummy Week (which is on between the 10th and 18th March, and which you can find out more about at Typecast and at http://www.yummymummy.org.uk/), by writing as per prompts on various subjects.


This weeks subject is "What Your Children Mean to You" so, here goes:


THE BRATLINGS: Why I Love Them, Tantrums and All



Anyone who has read my blog since it began in 2009 may be forgiven for thinking that my kids drive me insane, and that, at times, I sometimes wonder why I became a Mum in the first place.


The very fact I refer to them as "The Bratlings" only goes further to reinforce this.


However, even in times when I have heard nothing but moans, tantrums and, on really bad days have been bitten, slapped and told (in Mini's best diva voice) "I hate you Mummy", I wouldn't change it for the world.


Times can be tough, with Littlest and his ongoing illness, and worrying about his illness, and sometimes Mini all but drives me into a straight jacket. But for every tantrum, there is a smile. For every bite or moan, there is a cuddle and kiss. 


Littlest is cheeky. Very cheeky in fact. At 3 and a bit, he should be growing out of certain more simpler pleasures, like playing boo. But he's not. He has a temperament that can change like a light switch, however it doesn't take much to make him laugh. He is also just beginning to find that boys like cars (he knows every car badge going, from memory) and, of course, girls:





He has a niceness in him that I really hope never goes away.

Then there is Miss Mini herself, number one diva and resident Princess in the house. Kate Moss and the Olsen sisters have nothing on my daughters truly unique sense of style. Lover of lipstick, and of painting her own nails, not to mention artist extraordinaire of recent months. She has her Mother's competitive nature, and her father's persistence. If she finds she cannot do something her classmate can, she will sit and practice, for hours or sometimes days, never giving up until she can do it too.

So, what do my children mean to me? They are a reflection of my self, they are like miniature versions of all the good parts of Elder and I. They are beautiful, loving, everything to me. They are the true loves of my life.


My children, they are my life. And everything that surrounds and encompasses it.










Why not join in and #dosomethingyummy. You can write your own post, with new prompts every Monday from February, and link them back up at Nickie's blog on Thursday.