Being Littlemummy
This is a guest post for ‘Guest Post Day’ by Babyrambles, a blog I didn’t read before guest post day but one that has found it’s way into my google reader already!
I’ve decided to travel 400 miles to sit at Erica’s desk. And some desk it is too. You should see this study I’m sitting in, it’s bigger than my living room at home. Erica came up with this brilliant idea of Guest Post Swap Day. But I’m not content with just swapping posts on each other’s blogs, I actually wanted to see what it would be like to be Erica. So I’m in her house. I’m lucky to be here, I almost didn’t get through the security on her gates. Oh and look, the butler’s just brought me some coffee. This Little Mummy lifestyle is a nice one.
How often do you put yourself in someone else’s shoes? I feel like I’m doing it today. It’s quite difficult because I don’t know Erica very well. That first paragraph was a bit of fiction by the way. I don’t think it does any harm to put yourself in someone else’s shoes, no matter how well you know them.
There’s an old saying, “Never judge a man until you’ve walked a mile in his shoes.” I like that saying (and it applies to women too funnily enough). Billy Connolly added, “After that, who cares? He’s a mile away and you’ve got his shoes.” I like that as well.
My sister put herself in my shoes this week. She got married on Wednesday but I wasn’t at her wedding. I was so sad to miss it. Her wedding was in South Africa. We thought long and hard about going, but taking three little ones on a journey like that would have been too much for us. Phoning my sister and telling her we wouldn’t be going to her wedding was one of the hardest things I’ve done. She doesn’t have children and probably doesn’t appreciate what hard work they can be.
I worried my sister would be offended and hold a grudge against me. Missing her wedding was a tough and difficult decision to make. She was disappointed, but after some thought she understood. I spoke to her on her wedding day, she sounded so happy and I felt sad not to be sharing that with her. But she told me again that she understood why we couldn’t have gone. And that made me feel so much better. Our lifestyles are very different, but she was able to empathise with me. I appreciate that. It’s not a skill everyone has.
So today I’m in Erica’s shoes. I hope I’ve managed to do a reasonable job of filling them. And if I haven’t… well Erica will be back very shortly! Pretending to be Erica has made me think a bit differently. I’ve written a post here which I don’t think I’d have written for my own blog. I don’t know why, but I think I’ve enjoyed being a bit different for a day.



I'm a 27 year old mum to 4 year old Erin. We live just outside Edinburgh in a small village. I've been blogging for four years and write about anything and everything that takes my fancy.
