A Fistful of Froggers

Quelling your inner squeal is one of the many lessons a mother must learn, and quick. From the first time you see a newborn nappy, to the last time you sluiced some sick-y sheets, there is a lot to make you want to squeal in child-rearing. So there I was, enjoying some Mother’s Day sitting-down time in the sun, when what should be thrust in my face but these little fellas: a couple of slimy frogs that looked about to fly out of my eldest’s boy’s hands right into my silently-screaming face. But I adore and want to encourage their fearlessness in the face of nature, so I held my nerve and managed to say, “Oh, how lovely, well done! Don’t let them dry out in the sun, now”, while retching a little into my cup of tea. 

The boys are always presenting me with gifts of nature – matted feathers, empty (or is it?) snailshell, a wiggly worm – “Look, mummy, it’s head’s ‘come’ off!” “Don’t worry, it’ll grow a new one..!” But this is the first time I’ve been faced with grown frogs. I’m not that squeamish, but I was really hoping that the next time I saw a frog, it would be my darling Freddo on Easter Day.

Related posts: The Mummy and the Frog – A Love Story
Cleaning Up Chunks – A Mother’s Glory
The Ordinary Moments #2 – Walking The Kids

Joining in with The Ordinary Moments at Mummy Daddy Me
 Country Kids from Coombe Mill Family Farm Holidays Cornwall

No Freddos for me till Lent is over, but meanwhile I’d love to be considered for a BIB award in the Fresh Voice, Laugh or Writer category. Simply click on one of the badges below!

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