Vicki Psarias

Photo by Kirsty Mattsson Photography

OK, let me explain, ever since I was a teenager, or a tween even (isn’t that word odd?!)-so when I was a tween and that term hadn’t been invented yet (thankfully), I realised I had a bit of a lovely bond with kids, I seemed to connect with children and adored playing with them (not all little girls like kids but I was never happier than with my cousins or the children of family friends).

I did play with dolls pretty late so I suppose this was an extension of that!

I vividly remember at around 10, my Mum would exercise at  a local gym near our house when that had a creche and I would hang out there helping the childminders look after the kids. Cuddling and caring for those cuties was so much fun and they really seemed to love me back too. The nursery workers certainly did, it meant they could chill out a bit as I took over. Sometimes I look back and think I was a 10-year-old going on 30!

Fast forward a few years, at uni and our student house was next door to ‘normal non-students’ with families, and the kids in the neighbourhood would literally wait for me to get back home, queuing in the street outside our house.

I remember some even inviting me round for tea. Ha! I was in the local paper and the little girl next door had blue tacked it to her wall. How cute it that?!

My flatmates would call me the Pied Piper, which made me laugh and some days it was a bit mental, I mean 15 kids waiting to chat to me like some local superstar. I miss my little fans!

I suppose it came down to me showing them some respect and attention and maybe because I’ve always been a big kid myself.

The thing is it can sometimes be a bit crazy, where I think I have this energy that draws little people and animals towards me. You see many a time I could be walking down the street, or sat on a train and a toddler will just stop, stare and smile, or even give me their hand which has happened weirdly countless times.

I actually remember this happening on a plane once. I was sat on my own, a child next to me, its mother on the other side and at take off, it reached out to hold my hand.

I’ve had ‘stranger kids’ (there’s a sentence I’ve never written before) reach out and grab my hair, kids at schools and nurseries who I’ve never met before, on open day visits rush around me and parties full of unknown kids wanting to play with me and even those I don’t even glance at or speak to…

I actually asked a Dr friend, who was then a medical student, what the scientific explanation might be (this was right after a toddler stopped in the street and kept looking back at me as his Mum pushed him forward), and he said, ‘You have big features so maybe kids think you’re a big baby’. Bahaha! Maybe he’s right. I might not be traditionally baby-faced but maybe to little ones big eyes means big babies!

My Mum says it’s because I’m pure hearted and kids can sense it  (bless my Mama) and I suppose I am one fun Mama, even before I became a Mum.

I was always nurturing from as early as I can remember. My brother, Solos was my baby despite us only being 18 months apart, as were so many of my younger cousins.

They still recount to this day how I would pretend to be an air hostess and push a little coffee tray on wheels around giving them drinks and biscuits before wrapping them all in big blankets my Gran had knitted, before singing them to sleep. I was a nutter!

On a more important note, I’ve sort of saved two little children’s lives potentially thanks to kids feeling connected with me- one, a girl walked out of pub I was passing in the street in Cardiff when I was 18,  her parents hadn’t noticed she’s gone and I dashed towards her as calmly as I could and stopped her crossing. She stopped, listened and came to me. She must have been 2. I safely returned her to her drunken family inside that barely cared a dot. So sad.

More recently, last summer, a little boys’ family were chatting away at the top of a hill in a car park in Southport, not noticing him running down the hill where cars were in motion. We were in the car about to set off ourselves at the time but I noticed him from the corner of my eye, leaped out and rushed to him, and he literally came to me with open arms (I couldn’t believe it) as together we struggled back up the hill to hand him to his worried Mum.

Things like this can happen to the best of us and it is scary, I’m just glad these children trusted me to get them back to safety. I often think we’re put on this earth for a purpose and these times really affirm that.

I think I was born maternal.

I don’t believe you have to have kids to be maternal either, I was as a child myself, a tween, teen, then as a director and teacher/ lecturer nurturing and always trying to bring the best out of my crew, actors and student,s and of course now in real time with my own children hopefully, simply trying to do my best.

It does still stop me in my tracks when kids I don’t know, approach me or gravitate towards me, though. It’s the sweetest thing, even if it can sometimes startle me.

Have you got a crazy connection to little people too?

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27 Responses

  1. Michelle Reeves (bod for tea)

    Heck Vicki what’s not to love??! Seriously though my son was drawn to you like a moth to a flame so I have first hand experience of your baby magnetism! I went through a period of anti-maternal feelings in my 20s but thankfully the mama in me bounced back when I hit my 30s. Lovely post darling xx

    • honestmum

      Oh that is so sweet, I loved your little one so much. I find it so sweet that kids gravitate towards me, I really love kids and would adore a houseful if my husband agreed! I’d need my Mum to move in though! I didn’t feel broody for my own until 27/28 though, that feeling happened overnight really. Thanks for your lovely comment x

  2. Nikki Frank-Hamilton

    Quite the connection you have. I don’t have that connection with children, it seems that i have that with cats, and of course, I am allergic! LOL!

    You do have lovely big features…they are gorgeous those eyes!

  3. Emma T

    I’m definitely not maternal, and not overly keen on kids really, but bizarrely I do get lots of them at nursery coming over to talk to me, and all the NCT kids as well. I think it’s because I talk to them normally, and maybe I’m just a novelty to them…or they’re like cats and can tell the people who aren’t really keen on kids!?

    You’ve obviously got something that draws them in. This is a lovely ‘aw’ post.

    • honestmum

      Haha that made me laugh, definitely talking to kids as you would adults, with that respect goes a long way. So glad you liked this post x

  4. Morgan Prince

    A lovely post as usual Vicki. I think being a mum has helped me with the little ones, I didn’t do too well before that. These days I’m constantly looking at the little ones and making sure they’re safe. I recently saw a little boy in Toys R Us wandering around on his own. I thought he’d lost his mum, he was crying. I hovered. Suddenly his mum came along and all was well (apart from her shouting at him for wandering off).

    Great post.

  5. Mel

    That’s brilliant! Pied Piper you are 🙂 Love that photo of you and the fact you were told you looked like a big baby. I think children instinctively know whether people are nice or not. Your warm, happy aura must be attracting them!

  6. Mim

    Kids seem to think I’m ok but they obsess with my husband – I think because he’s so much fun and throws them around – they stuff I haven’t the energy for ha! 🙂

  7. Carly

    Kids definitely have an instinct about people.

    My boys only seem to click with a few friends of mine, one doesn’t have kids and doesn’t plan on having any and another has 2 similar aged boys…they’re both very interactive with them which helps

  8. Renee @ Mummy Tries

    Kids are great for sussing out the phoneys amongst us, and well your mum is probably bang on the money. I love the big features = big baby idea too 🙂 can’t believe people would let a two year wander off like that, awful. Thank goodness you were there both times!

    I have a special connection with a few of my good friend’s kids, I put it down to them recognising my voice from when they were in utero xxx

    • HonestMum

      Oh that’s lovely Renee, so awful about that toddler, never forgot her and it was pretty scary when we were at the seaside last year, kids can dart away easily but the parents in the pub were so out of it, they literally didn’t seem to care xx

  9. Marina Sofia

    Your mother is a very wise woman – and it’s a lovely quality to have. Your children are lucky – and they’ll be the envy of their friends. Although I suppose some people could use that, chillingly, to pretend to be children’s friends…
    I was like that too as a teenager (a genuine friend, I mean, not a fake one) – perhaps because I found adults’ conversation so boring, it was much more fun and rewarding to hang out with the children at family gatherings. I remember being on holiday with my parents when I was about 20 and the family next door had a 3 year old who would call out after me: ‘Little girl, little girl, come out to play with me!’

    • honestmum

      Thanks lovely, we can all learn so much from kids and they are so fun to be around, my kid is still a big kid to this day and is the best Grandad to my boys. Loved reading about the little girl who would ask you to play, so cute x

  10. Babes about Town

    Ha great post and you’re spot on, total big kid just like me, I suspect that’s part of the energy that connected us from the get-go. And you know my boys adore you!

    Funny when I look at your photo I do see that ‘Disney’ element that appeals to kids – big eyes etc (makes me laugh actually since we were reading that article about Disney cartoons, you’re the real deal lol). Plus there’s an innocence at heart and as others have said a warmth and kindness about you that draws people in. Embrace it! You were born to be a mama, with or without your own bubbas 🙂 x

    • honestmum

      Aw that’s definitely one big reason we click honey (and our collective awesomeness of course) and your comment on Disney made me laugh. I love your boys so much, I feel like we’re family, truly, love you guys xx

  11. Ebabee

    It’s true – children often have an instinct about people and get drawn to those who are kind and warm like you are. I’m not surprised you’re a kid magnet. I see it with A all the time – she is a very affectionate child and is drawn to many people who are kind. But put her near someone who is not and she will not give them a second glance. It’s completely true xx

    • honestmum

      That is so true Nomita, my kids are the same, children have that instinct don’t they that we sometimes unwisely ignore with people that aren’t that nice, thanks for your lovely words too x

  12. Alexandra @dontcallmestepmummy

    I have to agree with your Mum, definitely children respond to those with a pure heart. They can sense they are secure with you and that you value them. Children are so intuitive. What a lovely quality to possess, you must shine and radiate love. This is a lovely post.


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