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My 5 year old sister…. #fyp #mommyissues #struggle #mentalhealth #jesuslovesyou
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@user897525345 My 5 year old sister…. #fyp #mommyissues #struggle #mentalhealth …
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Dearest Harry Go Be You
Dear Harry,
Darling Harry.
We have watched you grow from a smiley, cheeky little boy, who adored his mother, his brother and his little trio, to one who quickly had to grow up. Overnight.
We watched , along with the whole world, as your life, your grief and your pain….was blasted all over our television screens.
We watched you walk behind …that…carriage.
We watched you, a little 12 year old boy, be expected to keep up with the men around you, and emotionally cope with what you were being faced with. You had no hand to hold. No arms to bury yourself in. No one wiping away the tears you no doubt desperately wanted to cry.
We watched, little one, as Princess Diana was paraded, slowly, in front of millions. But she wasn’t a Princess to you. She was ‘mummy’. And you suddenly lost the someone who made you smile, laugh, and gave you affection like no other person in your life.
We watched as the world kept turning. But yours stood still.
We watched you struggle as a teenager and young adult with this new reality.
We watched you rebel against the expectations of ‘your lot’.
We watched you just want to be normal. Despite being reminded that you’re not.
We watched you push the boundaries of what a member of the royal family could do. Where they could serve. Who they could be.
We watched as you tried to find fulfillment.
We watched you establish the Invictus Games, so many charities, and help so many gain purpose back in their lives, when you were still struggling to find your own .
We watched as you, finally, found someone warm, caring, happy….someone who, like your mother, wasn’t afraid to show you love and affection in public. She loved you, and she didn’t care who knew it or what people thought.
We watched the press pick her apart.
We watched you hate them for it.
We watched you become a husband infront of millions. A much happier man.
We watched you become a father, and saw how proud you were of your wife and son.
We watched you protect with everything you have – your own little family. We know why: we saw what happened to your mother. We saw. The media is a cruel, heartless beast.
We watched as you found your calling. You found who you are. You found more of Harry. And less of the Prince.
We watched you smile again. A beaming smile. Holding your baby. Holding your wife’s hand.
We watched you be brave. So brave.
You’ve given us enough.
You owe us no explanation.
We watched as you got a taste of a more fulfilling, quieter, healthier life.
We watched you shock the world by admitting that, yes, you just wanted to live it.
As Harry. Meghan. And Archie.
We watched you say, Prince or not- I am also a father, a husband, and a man. Let me be one.
And so …
We will be watching, proudly, as you go off to start your new chapter. You won’t lose us.
We will be watching, relieved, as you finally get to live your days as YOU choose to. That little boy, with his head down, in his big suit, walking behind his mother’s dead body – that little boy who has had to rebuild his world, do his ‘royal’ duties, and have his mental health dragged through the mud ever since.
We will be watching – as much as YOU decide we can – intrigued as to what you will get up to. Where you’ll be. What. Who.
Go …. be strong.
Go …. be happy.
Go…. Be….You.
We will be watching.
And so will she ♥️ xxxx
©Mummy Mumbles 2020
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The Mental Load Of Motherhood Breaks You
Powerful ❤️❤️We all lose the plot occasionally.
The mental load of motherhood breaks you.
You can feel your nerves fraying at the seams as your child refused to listen to anything you say.
You cry. Lose your patience. Slam cabinets and bang plates, until it gets to you enough that you take away privileges and declare mum law.
Every ounce of you is tired. Tired of fighting. Of the power struggle that is your child’s strong will and your need for them to behave.
This is what no one tells you about. The hard stuff. The moments that break you open, that send you to the brink.
So, I have to ask the question.
Why do we hide it?
Why do we lie through our teeth and utter the words, “I’m fine” to our friends when we are anything but?
We have to stop hiding in the closet with our guilt and frustrations.
If a friend shares her truth and says she’s in a funk, don’t tell her your life is sunshine and rainbows, tell her you’re in the freaking arena with her. Admit that you don’t have it altogether either.
Because, let’s be honest – we all lose it. Every single one of us.
I know it’s hard, isn’t it? This motherhood thing. It’s OK to say that out loud, that doesn’t make you a bad mum – it makes you real.
So, to the mum having a rough week let me tell you what no one else will.
There are going to be days. Days where it’s all too much. Days where the fighting and bickering send you over the edge. Days where the baby won’t sleep and the toddler just spilled a newly poured bowl of cereal all over the floor or the older child lashes back with attitude & tells you she hates you…again.
You’re going to feel your blood pressure rise and your patience dwindle. You’re going to lose it. You’re going to question yourself – all the time. You’re going to wish bedtime would come sooner. You’re going to cry a lot. You’re going to long for five minutes to yourself. You’ll wonder if you are getting any of this right; if you are cut out for this job at all.
But let me tell you … you ARE. You’re getting more right than you think.
Do you know why?
Because you show up. You show up through the hard stuff.
Even on the days, weeks or maybe even months when we’re in a rut and we can’t quite claw our way out – you don’t quit.
Sure, we cry. We have our moments where we feel like we can’t go on and then we wipe our tears, throw on a clean pair of pants and we push forward.
Are we tired? Absolutely. We’re tired of the constant correcting, of no one listening. Negotiating. Refereeing. Cleaning. Fighting.
But, we’re more tired of hiding our mess & putting high expectations on ourselves.
So when the tears won’t stop, when every ounce of patience is lost and you feel as though you can’t do this, know that you are not alone. There are so many other mums in this arena too and they’re giving you a standing ovation.
Through all of it. The tears and the smiles. The failures and the wins.
Some days it will feel all too much and some days it all comes to a head, but don’t ever doubt your strength. Don’t ever question what you’re capable of and how much your children love you.
Go ahead and cry, but then wipe those tears and get back up. Today you may have lost it, but you’re not failing – you’re so incredibly fierce. ✌🏼💓
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Why Is He In A Buggy?
“Why is he in a buggy? He is big enough to walk”
To the lady who asked me this today, I completely agree he is big enough to walk. He is well able to walk. But he prefers to run, and boy is he fast. You see my little boy has Autism. He is a runner and he is in a buggy for his own safety.
Firstly, let me tell you a bit about his Autism, because as you can see it is a hidden disability. My little guy looks just like all other children, and I know I am biased but he is quite handsome. However he is different. But I want you to know different isn’t always bad. He is simply wired differently. He can understand what you say to him, but he cannot answer you, because Autism has robbed him of his little voice, for now. He may react to bright lights, loud noises, crowds or textures. This is because his senses are a lot more sensitive than ours. You may hear him humming or see him flapping his hands. This is him stimming (how he regulates himself). His Autism may make him different but he is AMAZING.
So let’s get back to your question, the buggy. I get why you ask. It is quite strange to see a boy of his age in a buggy. But you see he is in there for his safety. My little boy sees no danger in anything. Once he is free he will run. He will run out onto a road, in front of a car. He will run into the middle of a crowd. He will run anywhere. He can be a danger to himself and others. Holding his hand is not an option, I have never seen someone so good a wriggling out of my grip. And just like that he is GONE. Queue the panic.
He will run into shops, grabbing what he likes on the way. He will run behind counters. Sit down with random people. He will raid their shopping bags. And when he becomes over stimulated you will see his hands go to his ears, he will lie on the floor and he will cry. Because you see it all gets too much for him. Lights are a major trigger for him, and boy are they everywhere. He is so fast, I mean super fast. My biggest fear is that he will get lost. He cannot answer if I call his name. He cannot tell anyone who he is. How would I find him?
A buggy means all of this is avoided. My little boy is able to enjoy his trip to the shops (even though it may be like flash lightening) I know the shops where the lights don’t agree with him, we avoid them. I can avoid him having to get into the crowds. We can avoid the sensory overload. And most of all, when he is in his buggy he is safe. He is not in danger. He can not run off. He can not get lost.
We have to go through the motions of everyday life, just like everyone else. We still have to go and get his foot measured for new shoes. We still have to get food in the shops. We still enjoy having a walk around the city centre on our days off. And a buggy means we can do these things, it means my little boy can experience every day things.
I know his buggy may stand out, it is bigger and taller because it is a special buggy. A buggy for children just like my little boy. Children who need to be kept safe in there for a little longer. I see the looks when I push him around. I hear the comments people pass as they walk past us. I think I have gotten to the stage where I ignore them. I wish he could walk with me and hold my hand, but once he is safe and happy that is all that matters to me.
So thank you for actually asking me. Thank you for asking me why.
You are right, he is big enough to walk, but I hope you understand why, for now, he needs his buggy. Why I need his buggy. Hopefully one day you will see us walking around holding hands, with no wheels. You see we now have a service puppy in training. Her name is Willow. Willow will be trained to keep Riley safe. The aim is for them to be attached to each other while we are out and about, allowing Riley to walk independently. (And allowing us to ditch the buggy). Willow will give my little guy his independence back. She will help him beyond belief. Hopefully we will be able to stop and have another chat with you, this time you can ask all about his service dog.
Hopefully.
But for now, I hope you understand, the buggy must stay.
All our love
Riley’s mom
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Hands Up If You’ve Heard Of Anoxic Seizures
Reflex anoxic seizures
Hands up if you’ve heard of it before?
No nor had I until my boys. These seizures are explained as child hood seizures, triggered by pain, high emotions and general upset. These are often confused with breath holding syndrome. Breathe holding the child will turn red and sometimes faint due to holding their breath.
With reflex anoxic seizures, the child turns white….deathly white, their lips go blue, eyes will darken. They fall no matter where they are and will pass out. The passing out is triggered by their heart stopping. With these seizures the body will shock the heart into restarting within 49 seconds, but the child (rarely adult!) can be in a state of unconsciousness a little longer and will require sleep to help recover.
My first boy started having these at just 6 months old, continued until the age of 3….after 3 they became few and far between. These can be diagnosed at a hospital and they will follow with an ecg. Please see the link for more detail..
http://www.heartrhythmalliance.org/stars/uk/reflex-anoxic-seizures-ras
Below is a video of a child having a reflex anoxic seizure, viewers beware it is distressing to watch
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If your child has a blue breath-holding spell or reflex anoxic seizure, you should:
- stay calm – it should pass in less than a minute.
- lie them on their side – don’t pick them up.
- keep an eye on them until the spell ends.
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Children punished for lazy or poor parents
Children punished for lazy or poor parents.
A number of schools across the United Kingdom have strict policies and rules most people are able to abide by these without a problem.
At one school in Essex if a child does not have the correct footwear or uniform the child will lose part if not all of their lunch or break time, the same punishment is used if the child arrives late for school.
One child is regularly late due to his mother having late nights drinking and not awaking early enough to get her son to school, the school are aware of this and social services are helping to support the mother.
This boy is seven he gets himself dressed and ready to go and begs his mum to get up or to allow him to walk the two miles to his school but every day he is late even if only by a few minutes but he is penalised, this is not in any way the child’s fault.
Another little girl has not had a break time since the start of term as her mother cannot afford to buy her new school shoes the child has to attend school in trainers.
The mother has explained to the school that times are extremely hard and she is struggling to even have enough money to feed her child, the school is not understanding and told the mother that the uniform policy is there for a reason and suggested she borrow money from someone to get shoes, a few of the mums at the school ended up having a whip round and bought the girl a brand new pair of school shoes.
So these are extreme situations but times are hard for many people, and some people have to travel a fair distance to get to school, if a child is not old enough to buy their own clothes and take themselves to school surely the parents should be punished not the child and circumstances should be taken into account, no child or parent should be penalised for being on the bread line or struggling with travel arrangement.
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Is Cursive Handwriting Making Children Struggle
Is cursive handwriting making children struggle without any just cause?
Right can someone (a teacher perhaps?!) explain to me why it is that every single primary school child that im aware of is expected to have identical cursive handwriting?? I’m baffled. My daughter is in year 2 and now she has been taught cursive handwriting she is expected to write like this.
My daughter has always written non cursive, that is how she naturally writes, it is relatively neat and her spelling and punctuation is good.
She’s a leftie and it can occasionally be a bit scruffy but it’s mostly clear and very legible. She is struggling to write cursive and is trying so hard that her letters are now completely squiggly and curly and mostly illegible. As a result of this where she would usually score 10/10 for her spelling tests, her teacher is now marking her tests as low as 3/10 for some tests purely because she can’t actually read a lot of my girls cursive handwriting.
She knows how to spell the words as she can spell them out loud correctly to me,but the teacher just can’t read what she has written.
What on earth is the logic behind every child having to write the same?? We as adults all have different handwriting and it doesn’t hinder us in life as long as it’s legible, so why all of a sudden is this a thing??? She used to absolutely love writing things, she would write her own little stories at home and she kept a diary too and now this cursive handwriting is causing her so much stress she told me she doesn’t enjoy writing anymore and thinks she is rubbish because of his spelling test marks.
So do you think cursive handwriting should be mandatory or optional, maybe they should be shown how to do it but not forced to used it in all lessons?
Has your own child struggled with this technique?
