The Teaching Mum

A light-hearted look at parenting through the eyes of a very busy English Teacher.

What Are You Thankful For? 


This week I made a conscious effort to not interact with anyone or any article, video or blog.  I didn’t feel it was appropriate to post a status about how my ten month old just broke his bath poo virginity (see new FB status) or how my daughter recites ‘Twinkle Twinkle Little Poo’ nightly in an attempt to soothe her brother.  That’s how I have come to use Facebook in recent times, I use it to try to make people smile and I use it to show that life and parenting isn’t as picture perfect as some would have you believe.  But last week, I didn’t have much to smile about because something tragic occurred that reverberated with millions across the world.

Facebook can often be a sounding board for racist slurs and derogatory opinions about people’s religious beliefs.  Having a computer screen to hide behind often brings out the small minded people in their masses.  Personally, I never make comments on such rubbish, but sometimes I read them and it angers and upsets me.  Last week, I didn’t need to see anything like that.

On the flipside, Facebook can be a wonderful platform to share pictures and videos of heroic acts that often leave me gasping for breath and sobbing.  I didn’t want to do that either because I cried enough on Friday night when I read about the death poll in Paris and when I learnt that hundreds of lives were taken in an instant – hundreds of people who I did not know died and I shed a tear for them.  I kept away from social media and mourned for a world that one day will belong to my children and their generation.  And what a scary world it may well be.

Last Friday was like any other.  The Other Half and myself were watching television when my son began his nightly cry. He had been in his cot for just over an hour so I knew it was coming.  Switching the torch on my phone, I began my ascent up to his room and having finally visited the sleep expert, I was going to remain in his room until he fell back to sleep.

And that is exactly what I did.

With my back faced to my son, I sat down beside his cot and waited by him.  I wanted him to feel comforted by my presence, but I was determined not to pick him up and whisper in his ear that was ‘all alright because Mummy was there now’, so I didn’t. I sat down and started scrolling through my phone and after a few minutes, his crying ceased.  In that moment, I read a Facebook status that read ‘Pray for Paris’, but without thinking anymore of it, I soon turned my attention to the little hand that had reached out to play with my hair.  Smiling to myself, I remained seated, but turned to see my little man sitting up in his cot.  Yes, the crying had stopped, but the monkey was wide awake.  I reached my arm through the bars, stroked his soft face and he grabbed it and used it as a pillow.

A few minutes passed.  He was snoozing and my arm was wedged in the cot so I thought I would take another look on Facebook.  I noticed that Paris featured in a couple more statuses, but was still far too chuffed with the fact that my boy was now back asleep and, more importantly, he was still in his cot.  A military procedure of ‘operation move arm without waking baby’ began and after freeing myself, I stayed by the cot because I knew that that creaky floorboard to my left would surely give me away if I attempted a ninja roll out of the room too soon.  That was when I Googled ‘Paris’.

And that’s when I stopped and read.  I raised my hand to my mouth. ‘Oh God, how awful,’ I whispered into the darkness.

I logged back onto Facebook.

My timeline was suddenly filled with ‘Pray for Paris’ and I understood the severity of the situation.  It no longer mattered that my boy had been crying and was now sleeping his own cot.  It no longer mattered that he had not slept for longer than three hours the night previous. And nor did it matter that at midnight, when he woke again, I broke all the sleep expert’s rules and collected him and put him in my bed so that he could feel safe next to his Mummy.  Because that’s what we all want in the night isn’t it?  To feel safe.  I was lucky enough that night to be able to make my son feel safe, a feeling that was taken from thousands of people in a split second in a city not so far away.

It was still dark when we woke the next morning and it was somewhere between the hours of five and six when, once again, having read some Tweets, I Googled ‘Paris’.  I learnt of the death toll and of the bombings and in the darkness, with my wide awake son pulling on my fringe, I had a little weep.  I cried for those who lost their lives and I felt scared for the millions of innocent people who would be blamed for such a heinous crime.  But, I don’t want to make this post about race or religion; it’s not what my blog is about.  This post is about my concerns for my children and my pupils growing up fearing a world rather than embracing its beauty and the adventures it has to offer.  This post is also about my being thankful.

It’s easy to complain about your life.  Only this week, my partner, myself and my son have all battled with a sickness bug.  The little man is upstairs asleep now (in his cot) with a temperature and I have moaned about our rubbish week to colleagues.  In the grand scheme of things, our week has been far from rubbish.  Therefore, I wanted to remind myself to be thankful for my lot.  I am thankful that we live in a safe community even though I always complain that that my Mum and my friends live a whole twenty minutes drive away and that I have to drive for at least fifteen minutes before I reach a motorway.  I am thankful for my home despite my complaining to EVERYONE about our ridiculous mortgage payments and I am thankful that every morning, when I wake, I have a job to go to.  Therefore, rather than complain about at how at 6am I struggle to successfully apply copious amounts of makeup to my eye bags (which would cost you 5p if you purchased them at Tesco) with a snotty ten month old hanging off my hip while at the same time having to pacify a four year old who is demanding both a Fruitshoot and an Ipad, I will be thankful because for thousands of people around the world caught up in conflict, the norm is no longer something that exists for them.

This week, our pupils have been scared by the attacks in Paris.  Of course, they would never admit this to their teachers, but we have spotted it in their questions.  I taught a sophisticated vocabulary lesson earlier in the week and one of my words was ‘malice’.

“Use it in a sentence,” I requested.

A young boy raised his hand and said: “The Syrians are maliced against France.”

The first thing I did was change his made up verb into a noun.  That is my job after all.

“The Syrians feel malice towards France,” I said. “But they don’t.  Not at all.”

Despite not understanding the conflict in the Middle East (hell, I don’t understand it), not one pupil has whispered a word of malice and hatred against another race or religion and that makes me thankful for being able to work with a group of young people who are curious about their world and not prejudiced against some of those in it.

I desperately want to see the good in people and the good in the world.  I need it to be safe as my arms for my children and the protection of my classroom walls for my pupils can only stretch so far.  This post is my emergence back into the world of social media; I hope it causes no offence or harm.  I just hope it makes you thankful for your lot in life.  I know I am.

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10 thoughts on “What Are You Thankful For? 

  1. Well written, heartfelt and very true! Xxxx

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  2. great post. I wish more people used these events to take the time and appreciate what they have instead of falling into fear and bigotry

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  3. There have been a lot of posts about this topic and to be honest I have avoided most as sometimes I can’t deal with all the sadness and I just have to hide from it. Your post is my favourite that I have read. I love your message.
    Thanks for linking up to #fartglitter x

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    • Ah, thank you. I didn’t want it to be about attacks and terrorism, I wanted it to focus on being thankful for what we had. The fact that my baby doesn’t sleep became irrelevant that night. Although, last night when he kept waking up every hour I was all ‘woe is me’ again! x

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  4. Such a great post. And you’re absolutely right – we have no idea really of how incredibly fortunate and blessed we are. x (Thanks for the reminder) #SundayStars

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  5. Great post. It’s very easy to forget how good we have things. We have a lot to be thankful for.
    Thanks for sharing on #SundayStars

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