see url I have actively tried to steer my daughter away from the gender stereotypes we impose on our girls, by doing things like; not allowing the excessive wearing of pink, or not ramming princesses and dolls down her throat, and also avoiding the ‘girls toy aisle’ at the supermarket (all that pink makes my head hurt). But what can I say the pink and sparkly got her. She loves that stuff!
I get so caught up sometimes in the whirlpool of ‘mum-guilt’. I know it’s ridiculous, but still I gracefully swan dive in headfirst. In my head it sounds something like this…
“I have to work everyday and keep my children at preschool” (Mind translates: I have abandoned my children).
“I didn’t do take home birthday party bags”- Bearing in mind it’s for 100 kids who happen to share the same space at pre-school as Madam President, (75% of them she doesn’t know ) while their parents are working (Mind translates: I’m a terrible mother).
I look at my daughters and feel blessed beyond measure. But at the same time the weight of the responsibility that has been placed in my hands is immense. These little children who are my mini me’s in every way, have my face and have my personality, even have the same legs as me! These little girls are relying on me to show them how to get on in life. To show them how to be a success on whatever path they choose to take. They also need their mum to show them that life isn’t always easy and that as a woman, and as a black woman there are some challenges that they will need all their strength to face. They will still have to fight for equality as they grow. But I hope to instil in them the good that I would like them to receive from all other people. It’s not easy being a parent. Bringing up the next generation. But it’s so worth it. I know that I’ll get some bits wrong along the way, but as long as I give my all, I see a bright future for them. With all that in mind I decided to write them a little letter. Let me know what you think, or if there is anything you would add.
So this is my first Dinky Swag post (whoop whoop!) but it seemed a little trivial to just do a #ootd, look at what they are wearing post without explaining a little about the inspiration behind it, ya know?
Well. Another international women’s day has passed, and it’s been the talk for a day, but I like to think of it as a day to bring the cause to the forefront and bring awareness. It is a celebration of women, yes. But it is also so much more important than that. It’s such an important and vast topic that I don’t even know where to begin. So maybe I start with the lil dinks and why it’s important for them.
Let me start by telling you a story from my childhood.
I was probably about five at the time, I went into my mum’s room, found the baby powder on the dressing table and cover myself from head to toe with it, paying special attention to my hair. Something that a lot of toddlers do when they are exploring, right. I have numerous photographs of my daughter going nuts with the nappy cream! However this wasn’t about exploring. This was a definite thought out plan at the age of five to try and make myself white skinned and blonde haired, and I remember it like it was yesterday.
Need the perfect start to the weekend, Ta-daaaah! I have it for you here (or for the little ones if you prefer).
Another Dinky Mix freebie! This time it’s a kid’s illustration art print giveaway. WOOOOOHOOO! (I’m feeling a bit shouty and excitable this morning… It may be the coffee that is being fed directly into my bloodstream intravenously. Whatever it takes to stay awake eh.).
Just a quick hello to everyone to say HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!
Hope your feeling the love today. I’ve enjoying giving out the love and I’m getting it back in bucketloads. I am, so the favourite person in the house right now (That wasn’t the ulterior motive by the way)!!! I set up a little hamper this morning for the kids with lots of little goodies and they are in kiddy heaven right now! I think a lot of that may be to do with the sugar intake. But it only happens once in a while so i will allow the bouncing off the walls and the running in circles after one another!
I asked Madam President what she loved most in the world…
She said ice cream (shaking my head, right now).
Then after a long pause she added “And cake.”
I replied, “What about Mummy.” She said “URGH! Mummy’s not cake.”
Valentines day is coming, and I’m not gonna lie. I like to be spoiled on this day. I don’t like it to pass without acknowledgement. It’s just not right! I like to get cards from my all my kids, and my other half bless him… Lets just say my expectations are high and Valentines day is akin to our anniversary. For all intents and purposes in my house Valentines day is my day. A prequel to mothers day if you will.
But not this year, I’m foregoing my authortarian rule. My usual monopoly of the day, and together with the junior Dinky Mix Mafia we decided to make Father Bear a card.
So we’ve definitely made some headway into this first month of the New Year.
At the beginning some of us took the chance to do that something that will make a change. I certainly did. I made that New Year resolution. I was going to exercise and eat super healthy for at least three months, and I was gonna stick to it this time. No. Matter. What. I gave myself the pep talk, I looked in the mirror while eye of the tiger played in the background, shadow boxing and telling my self I was smart, I was beautiful and I was important. Kindly roll forward one week later with me. I find myself slouched/lay on the sofa (shattered because The Bear couldn’t sleep last night, which meant neither could I.), in my gym kit, with the biggest bowl of sugary cereal I could find. The remote control is firmly in hand, and I am resigned to watching Game of Thrones series one through to six, and not moving till it’s over.