2018 to 2028: How motherhood would look 10 years on…

It's that time of the year again, when we look back at the year that was, make resolutions for the year that is going to be, and generally ponder over life. I found myself doing that yet again this year and then I went a bit further and started thinking about the future. No, not next year, but say 10-15 years on. Where would I be in life? What kind of a mother would I have become, raising teens instead of toddlers? Would my blog be super successful; would it still be in the blogosphere? Would Little Man (I'd definitely have to change his name on the blog then) be the person I would want him to be – kind, loving, giving? Would he still want to be a policeman as he does now? And so on and so forth…

So, after all those random ramblings in my head, I came up with this list of how motherhood would look like 10 years hence.

 

  • For starters, I'd (like) to be a mother of two – Little Man and Little Girl, perhaps? And I'd like to continue blogging about life as a mother.
  • The 'baby years' would be behind me. Nappies, pureed food and tantrums will be a non-issue in my life.
  • That's not to say it will be all smooth sailing – tweens and teens have their own set of attitudes!
  • Things on my mind now – school-run, extra-curricular activities, soft-play and superheroes
    Things that will be on my mind then – graduation, prom-night (as an aside, click here if you want an awesome selection of prom dresses and accessories), University and probably still superheroes (considering Hubster still enjoys watching Justice League and gets as excited with Batman's vehicles as Little Man does, I'm guessing my relationship with superheroes will be long-term.)
  • Stories about school and friends will become stories about High School and girlfriends. Or not! Which kid shares high school truths and crushes with their mums?
  • On that note, questions such as 'Why is the grass green and not purple?' will lead to more intense conversations including the 'sex talk' (*cringing as I type*).
  • I love it when Little Man showers me with compliments ("You're gorgeous Mummy!!!") and gives me unexpected hugs and kisses. That is one thing I know will not happen a few years hence. At least it won't be a Public Display of Affection. That, I will definitely miss.
  • When Little Man crawls into our bed every night, we take him in (because we're too damn sleepy to negotiate at 3 am) but grumble the next morning. I know that when the co-sleeping stops, I will miss those patter of feet and that hand smacking my face in the middle of the night. I will miss the cuddles.
  • But, on the bright side, I will be able to enjoy a HOT cuppa, eat a meal without little fingers digging in, reclaim my evenings (to an extent) and enjoy late(r) wake-up times on the weekends.

I'll (hopefully) pop back in 2028 and tell you how I'm getting on;)

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4 Responses

  1. sharon brison

    Lol enjoyed reading your list. My eldest son is 15 and I remember all too well that moment he told me he wanted to marry me when he grows up, needless to say its not something he likes to be reminded off lol lol. I dont think it gets easier as they older, it remains as ever challenging just different goal posts. #FridayFrolics

    • Nicole

      Haha. Even my Little Man often talks of "getting married to mummy";)
      You're so right – it never gets easier, just different challenges to overcome!
      Thanks for stopping by…

  2. Claire - Life, Love and Dirty Dishes

    I can't see past turning 40 next year without having a nervous breakdown! I realised the other day, that when Little is in the same year that Big currently is, Big will be at secondary school. It's so hard to imagine. Thanks for linking up to #FridayFrolics

    • Nicole

      Yeah Claire, when you look at it like that, it is hard to imagine. And a bit scary too…

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