Some days I feel like I have a little Buddha in the making on my hands, a four year old son (4 and a 1/2 to be precise) seemingly wise beyond his years, offering me kernels of wisdom only innocent kids who often see life clearly as it is, or should be, can.
A mature, kind boy, sensitive and caring, intense at times yet fun-loving and affectionate, my Mum frequently says how much he reminds her of me as a child.
I’m so gushingly proud of him (and my toddler too of course) and never more so than when he comes out with gems like this…
Recently after a particularly stressful day where, wait for it, the list is long- the kids fought relentlessly for hours, I was upset seeing my Mum struggle with her broken foot, determined to get to the kitchen solo, I pretty much forgot everything we needed at the supermarket and my cream carpet in the lounge (what was I thinking?) got muddy footprints on it thanks to my Dad (my third child)…left me shouting out,
“I’m sooooo stressed”.
Oliver immediately came to my aid,
“I promise you, tomorrow you won’t remember it”.
And just like that I realised how right he was. Kids wail then forget.
I was going to do the same.
…Near our house stands the prettiest vintage Porsche garage you could ever imagine. Passing it most days allows me to fantasize about whizzing around in one (ha) and most of these cars let me tell you, are cheaper than our family car, like really great value (erm, not for the family of course).
Urgh, I get it, a Porsche is hardly suitable for two kids but the dream is, one day for one of those bad boys to be mine, just for me (we’ll keep the family car too don’t fret-now stick with my dream)…it’s good to dream right folks!
So discussing the shiny silver Porsche winking at me in the sunlight, I beckoned Oliver to take a better look,
“Wow you see that silver Porsche, that would really suit Mummy right? Would you like a Porsche?”
“Why would I want another car when I’ve already got one?”.
Bless him. Grrr!
For the record anyone wanting to gift me a Porsche, you know, forget the kid, I’m totes game.
Then, another time, Oliver and I were discussing playing with children he didn’t know in a sandy playground. I encouraged him to approach a smiley group of kids and introduce himself.
Taking a deep breath, he headed over, chest puffed out and said, “Hey, shall we all build a sandcastle?”
Later on I mentioned how proud I was by his confidence to which he replied, “You know, even if you don’t know the other children, you can make friends easily”.
It made me think, if adults approached one another (within reason) with that viewpoint that friendship can be easy and natural, wouldn’t life be a little bit lovelier?!
Lastly, after a day at the British seaside recently (picture above) where Oliver spent hours picking pebbles, making sandcastles and drawing in the sand he announced, “Do you know, this was the best day of my life”.
So sweet and life affirming huh, kids can be like that.
Wise words indeed.
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