I am the boring blogger

There are loads of bloggers, especially blogger mums in Dubai. I follow some of them. I read their posts. Some of them regularly, some of them occasionally. Some of them have even become my friends. Some of them make me smile. I like their honest writing. How true, how funny, I often think to myself when I read their posts. Others I admire. For being in such good shape and look so beautiful (how on earth do they find the time to go to the fitness center, hairdresser, nail studio, fashion shows, etc….?!). For being so adventurous and travel that often with kids. For having such great ideas for activities with toddlers and kids. For their brilliant writing. That’s when I realize: I am the boring blogger. Mainly because I am the boring mum. And maybe even the boring wife.

I currently have two or three outfits that make me look decent. And if I post pictures of myself, I make sure I am wearing one of these. I get up early in the morning, before little L wakes up – but this is rarely to put on some nice makeup. Rather to sit down and have a huge bowl of cereals while reading the news. I am no adventurous mum neither. And I wish I would be better at doing crazy activities with little L. Letting him play in the water fountains – no matter if his clothes are wet afterwards. Letting him get dirty with colors without worrying about our newly painted walls. Letting him mash the food and throw it to the neighbor’s table in the restaurant. We are not travelling as much as we did before and as much as I wish we would neither. Because travelling as a pregnant mummy with a toddler in toe does require some organization. And often, we are just happy to be home on the weekend. The activities I do with little L are probably quite basic as well. I take him where he loves to be. We do what he loves to do. I love to hear him giggle at the playground when I am chasing him. Or to see him giving me a “high 5” on the swing. We can build the same towers about 100 times and he still couldn’t be more excited about having done it. We reorganize bookshelves. Every single day. And I tell him what every book is all about. But I could probably do so much more with him. Take him to exciting places more often. Write about it. Have an exciting life.

And I do sometimes. But most of the time, I am the boring mum.

I am one of these mums who always have wet wipes with them wherever they go. And a diaper. And clothes to change. And a snack. I am one of these mums who make sure to be next to their kid on the climbing frame and who try to cook something healthy every day. I am one of these mums who insist that their little ones say ‘sorry’ when they are hurting someone and who read a bedtime story every night… and hold their little ones maybe a little bit too long before they sleep.

But then I see little L giving me a kiss and a hug when I am tired or sad. I see him smacking his lips when he discovers that I have made his favorite food. I hear that he is going towards the children that just started nursery and are still crying just to comfort them. And I even saw him handing over his water bottle to the little doll we bought last weekend to introduce him to the idea that he will become a big brother soon.

And that’s when I tell myself that maybe our life is not so exciting. And maybe we are even a boring family all together.

But we are a damn happy one.

xxx

Tani