Andrea Mara

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one day, two views

This is a picture that I took of my kids having a picnic lunch today, and instinctively thought “I should put this up on Facebook!” I suppose because the kids look happy, they’re having lunch on a picnic rug, and maybe on some level it makes me feel like a good parent. We really go out of our way to present the best version of ourselves online.

So firstly, here is the Facebook version of my day – the version that on a subconscious level I am selling if I post the photo:

We’re just back from holidays and the weather is as beautiful here as it was in France, plus I’m not back at work until next week and the girls slept in until 8am- a perfect start to a perfect day.

We had a picnic lunch in the garden – see the happy, smiling faces in the photo above.

Then we set out ingredients on the garden table to make homemade ice-pops to freeze for tomorrow, which was a lovely way to spend time with the girls while the baby napped peacefully in his cot.

The girls asked if I would paint their nails, and in turn they painted mine.

photo of Clara showing off her newly painted nails

After that we made heart-shaped sandwiches following a recipe in a children’s cookbook, and we brought the sandwiches to the playground for a late afternoon picnic, while playing on the swings in the gentle summer breeze.

Then we picked up some fresh fruit and vegetables for tea and headed home to eat in the garden, bathed by the warm evening sun. Indeed, a perfect end to a perfect day.
All of the above is true, but so are the non-Facebook background details below:
The smiley photo was preceded by an hour of squabbling over who got to be the princess and who got to be the sister in the game, and major complaints that the request for a snack two minutes before lunch was turned down. The photo was one lovely moment during an otherwise chaotic and very messy lunch.
The homemade ice-pops were made using whatever we had in the fridge, so they are part orange juice, part water, and have chopped up grapes and strawberries thrown in, though very few as someone had been eating the strawberries out of the fridge all morning unbeknownst to me. Still, I think the pops will look pretty.
The nail varnish that the girls put on me was some kind of gel-based one that took half an hour to take off after they had gone to bed, but now I have to reapply it so that they don’t know I took it off (needless to say, it was all over the place, but they were very proud of their work)
Now the heart-shaped sandwiches: they were heart-shaped in the cookbook, but our version not so much, see photo:
We basically spread jam on bread, cut it into triangles and strips, and rolled the strips. They actually loved doing this so much that I am considering agreeing to Clara’s request that we have them at her birthday party. But yeah, not exactly heart-shaped, not exactly pretty – no food-writers need to worry just yet!
The playground was good except for the bit where Emmie came over crying that a bigger girl had told her to get off the swing. I have never, ever confronted another child in a playground but this was something I couldn’t ignore, so I spoke to the child, gently but firmly, to say it wasn’t very nice to tell someone to get off a swing. Anyway it transpired that the girl had just asked for a go, and my sensitive little four-year-old was all upset and didn’t know how to deal with it. Lesson learned by me.
Our grocery trip was just as you might imagine it to be with three tired hungry kids, and our tea in the garden was plagued by two tenacious, over-sized flies, now deceased.
But you know what, it was a good day either way.
An updated version of this post was published on US parenting site Scary Mommy in June 2014




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