Happy Mondays #1- The smile on the mirror

This is the first one on our series of posts about “Small Things that make us happy” that we would like to share with you each week. We all know how stressful life can be, especially when you’re a parent, but acknowledging those small things that in some way make a difference on our daily life is healthy, uplifting, even healing. So we will tell you about that thing that has had that effect on us. It can be anything, and when we say anything, we mean ANYTHING, from something we have bought, or been given away to a memory, moment or simply a feeling, so stop by every Monday and find out what made us happy. 

And without further ado, this week is…THE SMILE ON THE MIRROR

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I don’t know you, but depending on my mood, the day of the month or simply the weather, looking myself at the mirror can be like opening the Narnia’s wardrobe, don’t know what sort of scary creature you’re going to find in there! BUT there is something that always makes me happy. His smile on the mirror. Every time I change his nappy, give him a bath, or whenever I want, I hold my baby in front of the mirror in my room and instead of looking at myself, I look at him, I give him cuddles and tickles and he laughs. He looks at my image on the mirror and smiles, and I smile back, so it becomes a perfect harmony of smiles, the sweetest bonding time that just my baby and myself have. It is our moment, only for the two of us, and regardless of anything that is going on in my life at that moment, that smile, his smile, makes me happy.

 

 

My mum is the worst mum in the world

My mum is the worst mum in the world. Let me go back in time, since we’re celebrating Mother’s Day in Spain and other countries, and tell you the “horrible” things my mum did to me:

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Being an unbearable fussy eater, stage that lasted up to 4-5 years of age, my mum was so “mean” that she used to blend all these natural juices, almost daily, and frequently with some “delicious” beetroot and other vegetables added to them. Luckily for me, she would put some oranges in them to hide the taste of iron from the beetroot! Without those smoothies I would have probably been a very malnourished child, because, couldn’t I be more difficult, could I?! Sometimes keeping the food in my mouth for over an hour…but you know what? My mum knew better.

IMG_1919IMG_1920With every changing season and specially in winter, she would wrapped me around and around with the scarf and zipped up my coat up to my nose or even putting me a pair of warm tights under my trousers if needed, because “darling, if the air is rushing through your mouth you’re going to get sick!” I would look like a giant marshmallow walking down the street, but how many colds or pneumonias did she save me from?

Because, definitely, my mum knew better.

We can’t forget the countless times that she stay in my bed with me, listening to my stories, life-changing experiences for me, dreams of a little girl to her probably, but she never showed a sign of exhaustion. She might have even been thinking to herself “Oh gosh, when is this little one going to fall asleep so I can go back to bed?” However, my mum knew better.

ENG: “Today an angel came to our house, just when I needed it, you’ve got the best mum in the world!!!!”

Let me tell you, my mum was so “cruel” that in my teens she would make me go with her to these care homes for the elderly where we would stay there for quite a while, me watching how she would talk to them, hug them, and moreover, listen to them. Couldn’t it exist anything more exciting for a fifteen-year-old than doing that! But she liked “torturing” me teaching me values like loving thy neighbour and service must overcome our convenience and selfish desires. Because, again, my mum knew better.

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There’s not enough space in this post for me to really tell you how wonderful my mother is. It is my earnest hope that some day E and J can say that “I am the worst mother in the world” A secret-keeper, a pillow for their tears, a shopping companion, a therapist for their fears…on this Mother Day, I wish that all of you can have a mum as mean as mine, because only then, you will know what it really feels to love and be loved.

*Love you mummy! I know you will be the first one reading this post! :)*

(because, oh yeah! she is also our number one follower!)

And to you all, what lessons did your mothers teach you? Leave a comment and let’s spread the good values we learnt from them on this #mothersday.