Hey all, how are we?
I don’t think you can be in England and Wales today without thinking about the referendum. This won’t be a political post I promise (I’m not one to preach my views) however the whole EU referendum has been leaving me feeling somewhat nervous and I haven’t really been able to put my finger on why.
It was only this evening when I was watching the boys bouncing on the trampoline at my mums that I realised its the sense of responsibility. Not only am I voting for me but also for my boys and their future. The world, our country will be where they will grow, live and have their own families and I want it to be the best place it can be for them.
That left me feeling even more nervous, would they question my decisions in the future if I vote in a way that ends up negatively affecting our country? Will I make their financial position harder? Nail biting stuff!
Then I thought, hold on, let’s think about the responsibility I have and have had since the day the two little bundles were handed to me! Karl and I have been responsible for feeding them, clothing them, teaching them, giving them love, kindness and teaching them the lessons our parents taught us.
When Leo was only two weeks old he was incredibly poorly, he was covered in a dark red rash, he screamed constantly, wasn’t feeding well and kept pooing to the point we were going through more than a packet of nappies a day. His bottom was so sore it was bleeding and I was absolutely beside myself.
We took him over the course of the week to the doctor a number of times only to be told that we were not changing him often enough and that we were responsible for the ‘nappy rash’ he had. On the Saturday morning in tears because he couldn’t get comfortable enough to sleep we took him to the hospital.
He was quickly admitted and diagnosed with a cows milk protein allergy. From the minute I had been feeding him I had been poisoning him. You can imagine the relief at knowing what I had known anyway that there was an issue but also the extreme guilt of knowing that something I had been doing had caused the issue.
I took responsibility here and did what I thought was best for my son. Karl and I knew that it wasn’t right he just had nappy rash so we persevered and did what we could to make things okay for our little one.
When Nate our eldest son started reception at a school I was more than happy for him to go to and after not long I realised that not only was it not the right school but actually that Nate wasn’t happy we took responsibility and moved back to our home town of Whitstable where the schools seemed to fit Nate better and he would be happier. This decision was made and executed within two weeks and involved moving into a rental property, renting out our own and saving to buy another property in Whitstable.
It was hard and costly but it was what was best for our children who are now thriving at an amazing school with fantastic friends and lovely environments.
So after thinking about all this I realised that if we can be responsible for all these massive decisions affecting the future of the two little people we made then putting in a cross in what I feel is the right box actually will be a breeze and I’m quite sure that the boys in the future will know that our decisions were made with their best interests at heart because we take our responsibilities very seriously!
Right, I’m off to decide what I’m ordering from the Emma Bridgewater sale in the morning (no end to my responsibilities!)
Lots of love, Lucy xx
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