Ten Self Indulgent Reasons to Have Children

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There are all the obvious reasons to enjoy your children and relish being a parent. The love, the feeling of solidity, the satisfaction of procreation (seemingly we feel empowered at our attempts to populate the planet. Deep). It isn’t an easy choice though. As someone with a tendency to worry, parenting two smallies set anxiety in me to overdrive and believe you me it is very difficult to enjoy daily life when over thinking  is ruling your day.bitmoji-20180515051453

I have battled this beast and for me we have a somewhat symbiotic relationship, something like a person you are forced to spend copious amounts of time with. Someone your personality collides with. Time passes and you find something to relate to it that other being- or at least you can try.

Now life is simpler. I am enjoying the small things properly- not just looking at them happen as if from space, or in a glass box separate from the event- I am living it.

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What am I loving about parenting? Here are a few very selfish reasons to love being a Mam.

1. Willingly indulging your Peter Pan Syndrome. Are you a child of the eighties? I think there something about this decade. Something that is our legacy- the resistance to fully grow up.

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What is considered ‘childlike’ or ‘infantile’ may be in fact what I love and continued to love as my birthdays accumulated and society expected me to give these joys up. I found friends like me (as we Peter Pan folks do) and suddenly it was fine to watch The Lion King on a night in with unrestricted access to sweeties. Grown ups have jobs. A certain amount of disposable income. We enjoyed it. However, it isn’t part of societal expectations to be a teacher (who secretly wears a Grumpy dwarf t-shirt under their vaguely professional attire, so you keep your true love to a hidden pair of Aristocats socks. How utterly amazing is it then, when you have two little girls and get to fully immerse in your childhood nostalgia again! It isn’t that I could not watch Cinderella– it is just so magically lovely to watch it with children. You see it through their eyes and suddenly you feel like a child again. Kids make you young. Planning an Elsa birthday cake. Chasing an imaginary white rabbit. Imagining being Rapunzel whilst painting a picture. Playing hide and seek- in the bath. No age defying cream can work this type of miracle on your body.

God I talk a lot.

2. Snuggles. This particular pleasure has been inspired by a conversation with another blogger, Angela, about the pleasure of your child just hugging you like you are all that will ever matter. Gigi hugged me for a full minute recently. heart-3249699_640She told me she always wanted to hug me. I know she won’t always want to – so this is more previous to me than any jewel.

3. Hero worship. ‘You do it pawfect Mum-Mum.’ My girls often tell me when I did something wrong- but they also think you are the most special, wonderful, all- knowing, all- inspiring person on the world. How often do you get to be a real life superhero? It is Mum-Mum and Dad-Dad who can solve every worry, every whimper, cater to every whim. They love us unconditionally. We love them unconditionally. Reciprocated love- another true rarity. Nana made pasta for the girls recently and mixed up the sauces. I came home to their little stories of how poor Nana did it wong. A quick re-do and they were happy again- then Betsy looked me in the eye and told me I did it ‘pawfect’. For a few years of these little lives, I am able to fly, see the future, be invisible and grant wishes. I may never save Gotham, but I am their real superhero.bitmoji-20180515060736

4. Conversation topics. I truly do not care if my child stories and pictures might bore others- I will be sharing them. Be warned! If Gigi did something funny, you will hear. If Betsy looks adorable in a Tinkerbell dress, you will see it. Their existence is like a secret inside me that makes every part of the day a little better- knowing they are ours and they will be there when I go home.

5. Good Food choices. There is a never-ending supply of fruit and vegetables in our home. I want to be a good influence. I try not eat poorly in front of them too often. I cook everything. We eat out but try to make wise choices. Treats are hidden for night time. They make me be a better person just by their presence. I still eat badly quite often- just rarely with them.bitmoji-20180518093417

6. Open your eyes to a whole other world You see your own parents in a different way- a nicer way hopefully. I relate to my mother on a new level now. This is a gift on its own.

7. Enjoying the small things. No hangover. A PC house. It is just a fact that I have drank way less alcohol since becoming a mam. I just prioritise the good night’s sleep far more. No hangovers as a result! I like the no swear zone thing too. Enid Blyton world. bitmoji-20180518101713

8. Take pleasure in your night’s sleep. Hygge. Sleep is currency when you have a child. At least that is what a colleague told me – and they were right. I live in the constant terror of tiredness. Fatigue ruins everything. Your mood, your goodwill, your common sense, ability to be fun and diet. I now long to be in bed with the potential prospect of an actual full night’s sleep. A night away means new pyjamas. Bed socks. You know. Sexy stuff like fleece. I love it.bitmoji-20180518102120

9. Never alone. I have to admit that I found parts of the early days very lonely. However they now talk to me. Laugh with me. Argue. Answer back. They want to be with me constantly. This won’t last. This is the good stuff.bitmoji-20180518102337

10. You will never be lied to when it matters (even though you might be when it doesn’t). They tell bald truths. The dinner is yucky. The dress is tight. The song is not yours to sing. This brutal honesty is accompanied by transparent lies such as I didn’t do it. Nana did. Nana is ten kilometres away and your clothes are soaked but no. The child is adamant. It was Nana.bitmoji-20180518102714

I could go on. I won’t. I just needed to say that I know I am lucky. I have daughters.

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50 thoughts on “Ten Self Indulgent Reasons to Have Children”

  2. Some of the lies are quite fun aren’t they. My Cheyenne was allergic to strawberries as a young child. She would get a facial rash when she ate them. I only allowed her to eat them if I was near her in case her allergy worsened. (The doctor let us know that many have strawberry allergies and most outgrow them, she did too). One day she came into my room and she had the strawberry rash on her cheeks. So I ask her if she had been eating the strawberries. “No Mama.” “are you sure” “Yes, Mama” “Cheyenne, did you eat the strawberries…again no Mama in the sweetest voice you ever heard, with a face and chest covered in a red rash…

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  3. Those are great reasons. My favorite is a sense of play. Just getting on the ground and using your imagination and anything goes. Also seeing things through new eyes. Hugs are also high up there!! Enjoy these years they are so special.

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  7. That’s a Hygge post right there! The sort of thing that just fills you with warmth inside. Really lovely

    I had no expectations about parenting beyond obvious hard work. I couldn’t have been more unprepared for the overwhelming hit of love.

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  8. This is my favorite line: “Their existence is like a secret inside me that makes every part of the day a little better- knowing they are ours and they will be there when I go home.”
    There are so many good reasons to be a parent and the joy of indulging in all of these is the best part of self-care during the parenting years.
    Thanks for the shout out and for linking to my Queen in the Quiet post. My son just had a birthday, and while snuggles are still in his repertoire I know it won’t be forever.

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  9. I miss these times! Our girl still does cuddles, with dad the most, but the boys don’t! As Arv says…somwtimes you dream of bein alone rather than a house full of 6 foot smelly young men!! (Sorrry arm out again and drugged up!) i used to buy a different Disney “video” 9so long ago) every Xmas and so enjoyed watching on popcorn nights. The princess days are long gone, having been replaced by Doc martins and makeup, but

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  10. Oops…but my girl is maturing into a lovely young lady (yes I’m biaised) – the boys aren’t bad either!!! Just been aasked to make an Aristocats cake for a 2 year old birthday….so still get to indulge in some kiddy fun x

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  12. This is a great post. I love how you love your girls. I feel the same way about my boys. Having kids was the best thing I’ve ever done and I’m so thankful for them. They make me laugh with their humor and they’re always picking on me which is their way of showing affection.

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  15. No.2 is the absolute best. You can’t beat them. I’m at my happiest when I’m snuggling my girl and I *think* she is too. Also, seeing the world again through their eyes is an absolute gift.

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  16. Mine are big now with gangly legs, priorities that usurp me and two of them gave me fresh youth shots in the shape of … Merlot (name of grandson) Ivy, Mabel, Flynn, Matilda and another still incubating. This means I have reasons or excuses for my madness. Peter pan has a lot to learn from me 🤣😂 My youngest no longer calls me Mother he rings me up with a chirrupy “How are you you old fossil” I think it is because he still believes I
    was born in the stone age. Or maybe he too caught the loon disease from his Mum. X

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  17. Beautiful post, Orla. I love all of your points, but my favorite is #6 “Open your eyes to a whole other world”. This because kids show you another realm of love that you never knew existed, they are happy to involve the parent in their daily discoveries (seeing the world through the eyes of a child), they teach you new things every day (whether it’s parenting lessons or the knowledge that humpback whales are typically the size of a school bus), and that they’re always happy to be around you (well, for now anyways 😉 ).

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  23. Haha…one of my friends told me she had kids because she wanted someone to help bring in the groceries. I had two reasons: 1) it felt like a waste to build up a bunch of knowledge and just die one day. Wanted to try my hand at passing it on to another generation. 2) coming home every night to the question, “what do you feel like for dinner?” started to be too routine. Driving home one night I thought to myself, “if I walk in the door and he asks me if I feel like Mexican…or Italian…no, we had Italian on Tuesday…how about sushi?” We’re gonna have a baby.

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