Anyone remember the egg iin a cup for lunch or tea?
I'm all about educating myself so that I can be the best parent that I can be. I like to know what the recommendations and guidelines are for health, nutrition and safety in general. I really think knowledge is power and the truth is that if I can do things better then I will strive to do it, especially when it comes to the safety of my family.
Sometimes I do find myself enjoying the simpler things. The things that you don't read about in the books. The things that don't make the headlines but make life easier day-to-day.
I've come to realize that a lot of these things are actually quite old-school, in my life anyway. They are rituals and practices that I see in the baby photographs that my won mother shows me from our childhood. It makes me smile because it grounds me and reminds me that sometimes the best things in life are so simple.
A bath in the sink. OK so my toddler is too big these days but how I enjoyed all of those adorable sink baths. No faffing about with a giant basin or baby bath. No awkwardly moving the bath to the sink or bathtub to remove the water without dripping it everywhere on the floor. It's simple, stress-free and the cutest photo opportunity for the 21st.
A bottle of tea. We don't do this everyday but every now and then my toddler asks me for “tea”. I suppose he hears me talk so lovingly about the gold stuff so often. There is something cathartic about sitting beside my child drinking a cup of tea as he does the very same. I just love it.
Lullabies and nursery rhymes. Forget the books and forget the I PAD, sometimes all our child needs is our undivided attention and the sweet songs that have been soothing babies for decades.
Hand on the forehead to check their temperature. It won't do the same job as a thermometer but there is a lot to be said for the hands on approach. I remember my mother telling me that my son had a temperature while she was minding him. She told me she stripped him, gave him Calpol and plenty of fluids to help. When I asked what his temperature was she referred to it as “quite hot”. There is something reassuring about a mother (or grandmother's) intuition. As it turned out he did have a temperature and it was the beginning of a virus.
An egg in a cup for lunch. It is one of life's simple pleasures and my child loves it. A boiled egg that is left a little bit runny. You add it to a cup with some butter and a tiny bit of salt and pepper. It is one of the most comforting tastes and brings me right back to my childhood. Sharing that experience with my old child is magical. It's also ready in a couple of minutes which is an added bonus.
Written by Tracey, mummy blogger and staff writer at www.familyfriendlyhq.ie.