For the people who think their kids are better than mine…

… I don’t agree.

I think most of you have kids with issues, too…

I don’t always like your kids either…

I definitely don’t think you deserve the perfect parent award…

I think you duck it up just as often as I do…

I just think my kids and I are more real than you.

Because you see…

my kids have another house to live in, but they still choose this one…

My kids have another parent to choose, but they still choose me…

My kids have issues, but we are aware of them and we face them head on…

Now…

How many of you can say the same??

So whilst you sit in your castle and mutter concerns over my parenting and my kids… I’d really love to tell you something important… I truly, genuinely, don’t care.

I love my kids. I like my kids. I actually like the craziness of each of them, the real ness and the quirks. But most of all, I absolutely love the fact that my kids feel safe enough to be real. To tell me the truth – even when I don’t want to hear it. To tell me their thoughts and fears and all the things I really don’t want to know. They know they can tell me. They trust me with their fears as well as their dreams. With their truths and the chaos inside their heads. They know that no matter what… and they actually know this deep in their souls… they know that I might not like their choices, the path their on or even the person they’re angling to be right now… but I respect their right to be themselves… and I trust their ability to make those choices and to learn and to grow from their mistakes… and above and beyond it all.. they know there is nothing on this earth they can do that will stop me loving them unconditionally.

So you can judge and you can sit in your alabaster tower… but I’m here with my kids and I hear them… truly hear them… can you honestly say the same? 😉

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First post!

This is the excerpt for your very first post.

I have started this blog so many times…

The story comes from my now 10 year old Baby Dragon (yes, my children are all from days of yore). She was listening to Peter and the Wolf one day when she was maybe 2 or 3… there’s a part where the narrator is describing the instruments and what they represent… and he said “and the duck, by the oboe…” to which she piped up – How silly! Ducks don’t have elbows!

One of those gorgeous kid memories… at the time, I needed a title for a blog and that became it. This blog has passed through many themes, but ultimately, it has always been about my kids…

So here I am… once again writing my first blog post.

I’ll see how I go once more writing a mummy blog – as trite as that seems to be in this world… This is for me. Maybe for my kids one day.

I have Miss Princess, who wants to be a Belle, but is secretly a Merida – currently 17 and just finished school last week – already struggling with the realities of life – that if you want money, you need to work… and that can actually mean 5 days a week… and that you can’t just be too tired… or skip it and go to the beach or shopping… Ah… life…

Fifteen year old Master Knight who enjoys telling me all the things I do wrong – he’s helpful like that. He’s my extremist. Going through life with a strong sense of right and wrong, black and white… hacking at anything in the way to protect what he thinks is right… not always realising, or being open to the idea, that maybe he has it wrong… or maybe there is grey…

The 10 year old Baby Dragon breathes fire when you least expect it. People tell me she’s a garden fairy, skipping through life in the flower bed… but they haven’t seen the twinkle in the eye… felt the stillness in her breath when annoyed… This one is my sleeping dragon, lazily watching the world with a half opened eye… until you poke and prod her enough… then, snap! You are burned to a crisp, bitten in half.

The Wizard is my dragged up fourth child… currently 8 years in age… He doesn’t follow the rules, and doesn’t deign to even argue them with you. He simply creates his own rules and his own magic.

I am mother dragon, of course – protective of my brood… but the moniker was actually given by their father who referred to me constantly as the old dragon to them… I twisted it so long ago… Who wouldn’t want to be a dragon?!? Who wouldn’t want to soar above the world, snapping in half or burning to a crisp, anyone who annoys them?!? A dragon is never, ever an insult. And so… our characters were sorted… and the personalities seem to still sit well…