
I’m used to bringing up little boys. I love the black and white simplicity of how they view the world. I like the straightforward feed, water, love, exercise, boundaries and sleep way of bringing them up. Forget one of those necessities however and World War 3 is on the doorstep, but generally, I stuck to those guidelines with consistent regularity and they appeared to thrive.
It’s a noisy existence however bringing up boys. No such thing as a quiet bath on your own. Honestly whoever writes these ridiculous articles about candles and bubble baths and a good book …. For God’s sakes! I tried that many a time. In fact the boys even once made a bath for me, how sweet they were. It was only when I was lying there admiring my perfect children and wondering how they they had managed to get quite so many bubbles not just in the bath, but exploding out onto the floor and beyond onto the landing outside that they happily told me that they had used Fairy Liquid. Nice.
And as for candles in the bathroom … Pah! Boys appear to have a fascination with fire. Do you know how difficult it is to put out a burning loo roll which your youngest has been playing with whilst yours truly lies in the bath oblivious. Oh yes, you just throw it in the bath with me. Of course.
And in fact more often than not, I’d have ended up with two little boys joining me plus the contents of the Lego basket and their grubby little knees as we’d squeeze in together. But we laughed, oh how we laughed.
Girls however I’m not used to. Less black and white, more grey, mauve and yellow and every shade in between.
I took them (and the Colonel, poor bloke) shopping yesterday to spend some holiday money. I managed to escape briefly as I found a wonderful little shop with mainly men’s socks, ties, and sarongs etc in. The elderly couple who were in charge of it whilst their son was busy in the stock room, were chatting very easily and I mentioned that I’d momentarily escaped.
“Stepchildren?” she asked.
“Girls?” she asked. She sucked through her teeth and then simply said, “They’ll hate you!”
We then both gaffawed loudly together with interestingly her husband nodding rather enthusiastically as well. She explained that in order to be liked by a) the stepchildren and b) the ex-wife, you have to be a minimum of 4 stone overweight, have very deep pockets and the ability to spend 2 hours looking around one shop for a specific type of hair clip that is to go with a certain outfit otherwise the world is going to end.
Well, if I continue eating my ginger nuts at the rate of … well let’s just say the Colonel had to wrestle them off me last night … then I shall indeed manage to enhance the old muffin tops which my delightful boys pointed out a few weeks ago. I don’t have very deep pockets, but am good at improvising and as for looking for hair clips? No, I’d have to compromise there and keep it to within one hour.
So, after a rather unsuccessful shopping trip yesterday, I engaged them in painting. I found an old tin of watercolour paints, some paper and pencils and together we set to. We sat in the shade in the garden, sipping on orange squash and nibbling (a few) ginger nuts whilst they dipped brushes in colour and enjoyed a few hours of complete tranquility. Honestly, it was bliss. I did a pencil drawing of a robin and was completely immersed.
I know that it is often suggested to those who suffer from anxiety to try drawing or painting and now I get it. It’s like complete therapy. I wasn’t even irritated that I had forfeited watching Nadal at Wimbledon! The girls and I were happy. There’s a lot to be said for this simple activity.
So next time you’re trying to have a peaceful little tiddle on the loo without a plastic machine gun peeking round the door of the bathroom and you’re being riddled with open fire of spongy bullets and your nerves are in shreds, panic not! You can get out the paint pots. Of course with boys, you might end up with more paint around the house than you’d bargained for, but it will make wonderful and unforgettable memories. Heaven, complete and utter heaven.
Katie x
When you’re feeling anxious what do you do? Have you tried this painting lark??
Ps Pls forgive any typos, am typing in haste as Westfield Shopping Centre is beckoning … only a couple of hair clips to search for …
Colouring in my book is certainly helpful, for my anxiety.
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Can totally see why painting would be awesome to ward off anxiety! I’m into silversmithing and I think it does me a whole world of good to melt metal, form it, cut it, sane it, shape it and generally smash away with a hammer. Any sort of creative activity, especially making something with our hands be it painting, sewing…. I reckon it’s gold. x
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😀 All activities engaged in with boys must answer this query: In what ways will they weaponize this, and how much clean up will it require afterwards?
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That sounds lovely! You are bang on with the description of acceptable stepmum! Better to be an unacceptable stepmum. Sounds like you’ve got it sorted.
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By the way, have you ever tried Borders dark chocolate covered ginger biscuits?
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Oooh they sound delicious … you might be onto something here!
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I find relief in painting as well! Also, in practicing yoga and meditation. Just getting on my mat. Beautiful share 🙂
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Yes, yoga is wonderful.. isn’t it lovely the feeling of calmness afterwards. It’s the only time that I really find I’ve worked all my muscles. So glad you like painting too … 🙂🙂 it’s very soothing, do you find? Katie
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Extremely soothing in so many ways ☺️
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I did a little very-mediocre watercolour painting on blank paper a couple of years back and found it really enjoyable. I keep saying I’ll get to it, and even get to lessons with a local woman who does small (like 5 inches by 3 inches) little paintings which turn out great, and she only uses five or six colours. http://joycewashorsdailypaintings.blogspot.com/
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Wow … just taken a look and she’s brilliant. Beautiful. If she’s local, maybe give her a try. Crikey if you can produce anything half as good as hers they’re worth framing. Plus, that’s Christmas presents sorted for years!
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I agree–I really like her work.
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I haven’t drawn in years. I was never very good at sketching living things and often got overtly focused on how my drawings looked ugly or wrong. 😕
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I think also in a class environment it’s hard because there’s always someone better … if it’s any consolation I’m not awfully good either!! I think it’s just the peace and quiet and complete focus that I love. The mind simply can’t wander which is rather a relief sometimes.
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Ever wondered why I am barking mad …. I have four daughters 😉.
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Arghhh! How do you cope!? You are now on a pedestal as far as I’m concerned. Well, I can only assume that either they have your lovely nature, in which case they’re a dream, or you have them all painting daily! X
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Katie! Hi! I am back 😀 did you miss me? You did, didn’t you? 😀 anyway, I haven’t tried drawing, or painting, mainly cuz well I am blind, and don’t think I’d be able to do it, well I could, but would it work fo r my anxiety? Who knows! I had a good laugh at your description of step mum though! You are so damn funny girl! xoxo 😀
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You’re back! That’s wonderful! …. where have you been?! Xxx
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I Love painting! Therapeutic reasons was why I first got into it and now I make art all the time 🙂
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It’s true … you’re right. It’s complete therapy. Heaven! 💕
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