If the Very Hungry Caterpillar was a New MumMarch 16, 2013 at 8:47 pm | Posted in Daily Life | 5 Comments
Tags: Eric Carle, The Very Hungry Caterpillar
This post was prompted by a rough few days and nights with my three-month old baby boy – god I love him to the end of the world and back, but being a mum can be hard work sometimes…
This is for all of the mums I know who dedicate their lives to their children, as well as juggling a job, a home and a husband.
In the light of the moon a mum cradled her baby and rocked him ’till he slept.
One Sunday morning, the warm sun came up and – pop! out of the moses basket came a tiny and very noisy baby.
And the mum knew that the week ahead would be wonderful yet exhausting….
On Monday she ate through one Dairy Lea sandwich from the leftover packed lunch. But she didn’t mind too much.
On Tuesday she ate through two packets of pickled onion Monster Munch. But she didn’t mind too much.
On Wednesday she drank through three cold cups of tea. But she didn’t mind too much.
On Thursday she ate through four ginger biscuits (and the rest of the packet). But she didn’t mind too much.
On Friday she ate through a five-minute microwave soup. Cold. But she didn’t mind too much.
On Saturday she ate through one piece of leftover pizza, one packet of Maoam sweets, one satsuma, one leftover fish finger, one croissant, one cheese sandwich, one chocolate finger, one Yakult, one shepherd’s pie and one Bakewell tart. That night she drank wine.
The next day was Sunday again. The mum ate through one nice green salad and vowed to start her diet again on Monday. She smiled at her family. After that she felt much better.
Now she wasn’t frazzled anymore. She wasn’t a washed out mummy anymore. She was just herself. Happy.
She built a small house, called a cocoon around herself on the sofa. She stayed inside for more than four hours. Then she folded up her cocoon, pushed her way out and….
…went to bed – ready to start all over again tomorrow.
Thank you Eric Carle for the best children’s book ever written.