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.
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July 9, 2025
A Fistful of Froggers – Wry Mummy
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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.
Related posts: The Mummy and the Frog – A Love Story
Cleaning Up Chunks – A Mother’s Glory
The Ordinary Moments #2 – Walking The Kids
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!