I’ve been meaning to get round to talking about each of my kids in a bit more detail. It feels a bit weird doing this but here goes.
Our oldest is called Mini-Mummy (for the purposes of the blog anyway), as she is very much, a mummy’s girl. That’s not to say I don’t have a great relationship with her, but her mum is number one, which is only natural.
The nickname could also apply to the relationship she has with her three younger brothers – she isn’t afraid to tell them off or provide a helping hand when required and she loves taking care of them.
MM took her time in arriving into the world. At 10 days overdue my wife was induced, and eventually our first child had to be sucked out by ventouse, following a 24 hour labour. Overall it was a pretty harrowing experience….and it wasn’t much better for my wife. That’s just a joke.
There is one other funny story. The night of the birth was also the evening of a Champions League semi-final between Liverpool and Chelsea (did I mention I like football?). By sheer luck the TV in my wife’s room had been left on earlier in the day – yes it was luck.
It goes without saying that I was not watching the game at this point. Instead I was being a supportive husband and ‘birth partner’ and I seem to remember every bone in my hand coming close to being crushed as I offered words of encouragement to my good lady.
Liverpool took the lead with a disputed goal (Luis Garcia’s strike not crossing the line for anyone who remembers), and I must confess to turning quickly to see what all the fuss was about. I did also see the last few minutes of the match as my wife, and now mother of my first child, enjoyed some much deserved tea and toast.
MM is now in her first year of Primary School and is thriving. The feedback from her teacher is all positive so far and she is enjoying the step-up from nursery. She appears to be fairly academic and at home would rather be writing, reading, counting or drawing than playing with toys or dolls. We are not surprised by her numerical ability (my wife has a maths degree) but she can take it too far. When she and other brothers play hide and seek at home (yeah ok, I play too) rather than a simple count to ten or twenty, she will go all the way up to fifty or more….just because she can.
We also have a corner of our house, close to the back door, that’s covered with her artwork. We have no idea where MM gets her artistic flair from, certainly not from her parents. It’s not just drawing and painting – anything that involves cutting, folding or gluing, she can’t get enough of it.
That’s about as much as I will say about her academic abilities. She seems fairly bright but I want to avoid the ‘my child’s a genius’ nonsense which is spouted by some parents.
After school, MM attends gymnastics and dance classes. She also enjoys playing in and around the garden on her bicycle and digging around and generally making a mess. MM also likes to arrange ‘talent shows’ at home, which involves making her brothers sing, dance or some other kind of performance. Sadly I am not excluded, but I usually manage to get away with hopping on one foot and then the other. Sad I know, but you haven’t heard me sing or seen me dance.
Some of my favourite times with MM are when we are round at the local swing park, or at home reading library books or playing paper-scissors-stone.
Although her confidence continues to grow, she can still be a shy little thing, particularly around adults. She was a bit teary when starting nursery and had to be prized from her mother a couple of times when starting school. Even at her gymnastics class, there is the odd occasion where isn’t happy to be left with the coaches and her classmates. She can also be clingy to her mum, even at home, and it can be a job for my wife to find a bit of breathing space.
One area, thankfully, where she doesn’t have any issues is in making friends. She is part of a group of girls at school and has made friends at her after-school activities. Our kids also have cousins who live nearby.
MM has also developed a bit of a temper. She is rarely involved in the minor scuffles that happen between her brothers, and is more likely to be seen telling one, or more, of them off. However, if her parents have cause to speak to her and she disagrees with our point of view, she will soon let us know.
Recently my wife was pouring water from the kettle into cups while making hot chocolate. MM walked up behind her mum and tried to lift one of the cups, which naturally, led to my wife explaining the dangers and sending MM away. Our daughter responded by completely overreacting and kicking off: shouting, crying, screaming and hands and feet swinging when her mother tried to move her out of the kitchen. She went from mummy’s girl to monster in a matter of seconds.
Despite these little incidents, MM is a happy, carefree little girl. We hope she can remain that way for as long as possible.