When Mackenzie was born I felt it was my responsibility to create a wonderful person. Now, a year or so on, I feel it is my responsibility to let him create himself.
A gigantic shift in perception.
I feel deeply and sometimes with overwhelming anxiety that it is my responsibility to make sure he eats, drinks, is neither too hot nor too cold, is clean, uninjured, healthy, well rested and stimulated.
That’s a whole world of worry right there.
So I guess my blog will be about the big things and the little things and all the stuff that is this world of parenting. This baby bubble I live in with the little poodler. That’s what we call him. My husband and I.
I’m happy. Too happy perhaps. But it’s a nice change. I feel that, as an overeducated underachiever, I’ve finally found what I was made for. And it’s him. Bubalicious Bubalux Poodles. Shocking nicknames but there you go. Can’t call him darling all the time can I. Quite like “bubalux” it’s baby and luxury all in one and that’s what his skin and hair and smell and smile are. Absolute Lux.
Also, this will be about LOVE. Lots and lots of it. For I love him far too much of course. And as those who know me know I have been both the hero and the villain in love so I know a bit about it.
And also this blog will be about Maths and Physics and Geometry and the Natural Sciences and History. Basically, Life, the Universe and Everything. Because I am a mother.
Currently I am assigned with the task of teaching Bubalux about the Laws of Physics. Such as, you cannot step into open space without falling down a flight of stairs (which is why I cannot let you try it) and, big boxes decorated with Peter Rabbit will not fit inside small boxes decorated with Jemima Puddleduck. No matter how angry it makes you.
