No one tells me what I should wear and in the summer I live in bare feet and have little people volunteer to paint my nails (usually multi-colored and badly). I love not feeling pressured to scrub up in the latest fashion. Being able to wear a bikini top instead of a bra in summer is luxurious. High heels are over-rated and I’m proud of my ability to do the downward dog with my heels flat on the ground.
I can play at the beach and the park whenever the sun is shining. I can exercise every day in the fresh air and children make weight training fun. I have time to smell the roses, photograph my fairies dancing in the tulips and fill vases with lavender.
I have to read lots of wonderful children’s literature and can hang out in the library.
I can hide out at home in my p-jays all day if I want to, watch children’s movies, play board games, build with Lego, eat popcorn and eat cake (after I’ve baked & cleaned up!). And licking the bowl is allowed!
I can paint a picture just for fun and my little art critics tell me I am the next Monet.
I can play the piano when the fancy takes me and feel good about it (so long as I make a game out of it for the children). I can sing loudly and no one complains (but I am limited in choice with nursery rhymes, Disney hits, Abba and Michael Jackson being the preferred favourites in the house at the moment).
Children up to pre-school age laugh about 300 times a day, 300 times! Whereas adults laugh, on average, only 15 times a day – so being around children makes me happier and I definitely laugh more than 15 times a day! I can whizz down the slide, fly on a swing, do sitting jumps on the trampoline, splash in the sea and blow bubbles without anyone calling the men in white coats to take me away (ha, ha, hee, hee, ha, ha!).
I get to finish off ice-creams and ice-lollies (oops!) and spend fun times at the weekend riding around on croc bikes with my family!
I have an excuse not to go out at night, because since becoming a Mummy I’ve turned into a very contented recluse who would rather be in p-jays at 6.30 than don heels and go out to dinner. And I share all my special projects with one very amazing man who listens when I talk ‘shop’ 😉
This post was inspired by Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop, prompt 5: 10 reasons why you love your job.
