Mummyfried

Last night I received two handmade cards. One from Little Miss the other from The Baby. Little Miss wrote, Mummy, I love you very very much, love Little Miss. The Baby can write her name, mummy, daddy and her boyfriend’s name (she refuses to learn to write Little Miss).   So, she drew a pretty picture, wrote Mummy, The Baby and drew, cut out and coloured four sweets (two for her, two for me). Before presenting them to me, I could hear them whispering in the hall,   ‘She is going to cry, they will be what she calls ’tears of joy’   they then started arguing over which card I will cry harder for. When presented with the first card, I genuinely tear with emotion. As I read through the card, I realized what the two were arguing about in the hall, and while incredibly moved with The Baby’s beautiful card – I forced myself to turn on the tears for her card in an attempt to have them match the first round of tears. I failed. Miserably. The Baby, dissatisfied with quant

Since my last blog – my sensitivities towards gender equality are heightened.  My little girl is invited to a boy’s birthday party – she is the only girl. She plays with the boys. For some time I battled with the idea that something was up.  When I asked what the girls do during recess  – she replied with ‘they’re boring, they sit and talk about clothes, boys, who they will marry’  I was left astounded. They’re 7!  It’s with great relief that Ms. 7 prefers to run, play, shout, climb trees, playfight, be a superhero or a monster. Yesterday’s celebration of the international women's day made me question. We celebrate women, adult women. There are business women’s networking talks, we celebrate female heroes, we celebrate organisations that support EEO.  But…. what messages we sharing with little girls to help them get through each and every day? Are we telling them to burn the plastic tea set and climb a tree? That it is ok to be, feel and act differently, because th