Life is one of those things where, if you don’t stop and take stock now and then, it will completely run away from you. We spend so much of our time, wrapping our thoughts up in every-day worries, anxieties, problems and emotions, that we loose sight sometimes of the people we truly are.
I haven’t always been this timid, anxious person. I haven’t always been afraid to join in on a conversation, or to put my opinion forward when I feel like I have something to contribute, but blogging has really shown me that somehow, I’ve lost myself along the way and it’s something I’m not comfortable with. This is why I’m going to join the Reasons To Be Cheerful BlogHop, hosted by Mummy From The Heart, in an attempt to claw back, week by week, something of my former self that was left behind long ago.
I’m hoping that by focusing on the positives for once – things that I already have in my life, but don’t appreciate as much as I should, I can re-establish some confidence, some self-respect and most of all – some peace.
So to begin, what are my reasons to be cheerful?
- Mini Beef – my twin boy, finally learned how to say “Mama” for the first time. For 14 months, it’s been “Yeah, Dadadada, Bababa” and many other noises, equally baffling. I was starting to think that hearing my name, being uttered from that tiny cupid’s mouth, would be something that would never happen – that he’d never make that milestone, but finally he crawled up to me, put his head on my knee and said “Mama”. It is the simplest of things, but something that makes the months of sleepless nights, stress and tension, totally worth it.
- Big Brother – my three year old, has got some help with his incontinence at last. Having successfully taken him through potty training and teaching him to go by himself, it was heart-breaking having to watch him get so distressed due to regularly soiling himself. Last week saw a change in that habit, in the form of regular suppositories, with the result being that he is now accident free at nursery and growing in confidence because of it.
- I have kept up my pledge to pick Big Bro up from nursery after each session. It’s only five minutes down the road, but it’s ensuring that I get out of the house and in contact with other human beings – something I actively avoid doing. That 20 minutes of fresh air and exercise, three times a week, is helping me in a way that I never thought it would and gradually, it’s sinking in that the big wide world out there, isn’t as scary as I lead myself to believe.
Am I the only one, who finds writing positive things down hard? I didn’t realise how difficult that would be – just taking the time to think about the good stuff for a change. And I’m guessing that’s the key to the exercise – we don’t think about the good times, yet focus on the negative with obsessive detail.
What do you have to be cheerful about this week?