Family
May 3, 2024

Living with children - my best party ever!

The blog: Mama Mia The blogger: Mia has two boys, lives in Bonn and writes on her blog about everything that moves her. We like that: Even if she is pouting or thoughtful - Mia always makes us happy with her unwavering optimism!

If one of you would like to meet me for a coffee, he should let me know soon so that it can work this year. I do not have much time. In the mornings I'm always in the office - except on Fridays, but I have to take care of the laundry and pay bills or to the doctor - you know that. In the afternoons I'm traveling with the kids - on children's birthday parties, on the playground, with friends or other appointments, something is always. And on the weekend we are also mostly planned.

Oops, now I'm complaining again. I do that occasionally. In fact, I moan too much about mine - what do you call it? -Doppelbelastung. Because I am a person who likes words and uses them a lot, I often tell other people about them, including people without children. And my really dear colleagues and friends then say things like: "I do not know how you can do it anyway?", "I would have collapsed already !? Could not you possibly hire a nanny? You also need a break?

Everyone wants to help.

Mostly I like these comments. Because they sound like appreciation and appreciation is good, I need that. I've also earned appreciation for everything I do every day since I'm a mom.

Does my life look pitiful?

But not only me complain. My friends also often complain to me, at least those without children. "I would like to have you again for me - and without you, after an hour to start looking at the clock!?, One of my best friends recently complained. ?But I...? I was just about to start when she interrupted me: "Yes, I know, you have the children. Is not easy for you?

I had to swallow then. Does my life look so pitiful from the outside?

Dear friends and, above all, dear friends without children: It's true, I sometimes complain to you and I often seem stressed, so it's time to clarify one thing:

It may not always look like that, but I live exactly the life I wanted.

And this life is still a party, just different than before. By the way, I can not think of a single party from the past that was as cool as living with my family.

Rubber boots as a symbol of pure joy of life

Right now my sons lie sleeping in their beds. Like every evening, I'll just sneak into her room and enjoy the sight. In these moments, I am so one with myself and my life that I can not imagine that I could ever have found happiness in anything else.

It makes me smile to live in a house in whose hall are small, colorful rubber boots. Whenever I walk past the rubber boots in the hall, I can almost hear my children laughing. These rubber boots are for me a symbol of pure zest for life. And this joie de vivre lives in my house, and it's growing daily since two sweet, enterprising boys live here.

Little people in colorful pajamas, who seek refuge from monsters and bad dreams in my bed at night, countless pine cones and stones, which are given to me as valuable gifts, small hands that slide into mine, big eyes in lovely little faces, the me unimaginable, perhaps not having all that.

I sleep too little, I have too little time for sex and good food and I do not care about you, my friends. But I chose it that way and you do not have to pity me! Not even if the babysitter has canceled again. Come on over, we'll make it nice and celebrate here with us a bit. Here in our house with the little colorful rubber boots in the hallway.

P.S .: Oh, and if you come, bring something to drink! We mostly have nothing in the house. Except milk maybe. Or apple juice. Because I rarely manage to go shopping ...

Text by Mia Sommer, originally published on mamablog-mamamia.com