Okay, so you might have noticed that lately I've been talking a
bit lot about the Mad Blog Awards and how Diary Of A Premmy Mum has flukilly wangled a place in the finals.
Well nobody was more chuffed about this than me but do you know what amazed me further still? It was being placed in the category of Best Mad Baby Blog.
Now what I'm going to say next may come as a surprise, but I never really thought of Diary Of A Premmy Mum as being a Baby Blog at all.
Of course, now, looking from the outside in, I can see that this is, in fact, a blog about a baby, that Smidge does indeed suitably fit in to that category, the category that describes living small people,infant like in nature, AKA *babies*
So why does it somehow feel strange? Is it because...
She was a dream, a wonder, a maybe, a glimmer.
Then she was an actual, a gift, a possibly, a might do.
Then she turned warrior, trooper, battler, and endurer.
until finally she became a miracle, a stunner, a legend and winner.
And all of the time that she was all these things, she was also a Smidge, A baby just like any other.
And yet it feels like we, the two of us have walked a thousand miles, we've turned a hundred corners and climbed three million mountains to earn that very simple status.
We've held swords in both our hands, we've sat waiting,willing and wanting.
And so when I see things that make me think baby,
like pastel shades of pink and blue,
alphabet bricks and Baby blogs too..
I don't automatically think of us.
Mad isn't it?