I'm a mum and a tank enthusiast.
I bet you didn't know that. But I can't get enough of them. Love them. I didn't use to. I used to HATE them. And my love of tanks came about because I had to change my way of thinking about what I thought of as "fun". This blog post is about "The Battle Of Fun".
I fought the other side (the boys) with lolly pop sticks and squirly wurly pipe cleaners. I tried to flush them out with PVA glue. I bombed them with cotton wool dipped in ready mixed paint.
They returned fire with stinky, leafy mud and stained my nice floral-print armour. The sticks and twigs they javelined at me landed with a BOIIIIIIIIIING on my Victoria sponge. I made a paper aeroplane out of my shopping list and launched it over their defences. They set fire to it.
The other side resisted my attack. The other side retreated. The other side went to play in the woods with their dad and build dens. But I hadn't won the battle. I hadn't won anything. I had simply been left behind in a bombsite of glitter and wobbly plastic stick-on eyes and empty toilet rolls crying out to be made into a pencil holder.
I was alone. No one wanted to play with me.
Here is me. Pre-kids and thinking about the fun things we would do together when the kids came along. Here is me thinking inside my box.
Turns out my idea of fun wasn't the same as theirs. Well, they like cake making. BUT THAT IS BECAUSE I LET THEM LICK THE BOWL.
Everyone else was off having fun and the only one losing out was me. I needed to change my way of thinking about "fun". Once I figured out the problem, fixing it was easy really. Now, I have a real excitement about football lessons (turns out I have an excellent right foot), muddy clothes, dens in the woods, making epic sand cars on the beach, water fights and water bombs, fart jokes and, bizarrely, a real true love of tank museums. I am demolishing my pre-baby, pre-conceived (pun intended) idea of what "fun" we would all have together, crashing straight through it like I am sitting on top of a tank. I love tanks.
This poem by A. A. Milne sort of sums it up for me. It is always better to play and be with someone else than to be alone.
So wherever I am, there's always Pooh,
There's always Pooh and Me,
"What would I do?" I said to Pooh,
"If it wasn't for you," and Pooh said; "True,
It isn't much fun for One, but Two
Can stick together" says Pooh, says he.
"That's how it is," says Pooh
A. A. Milne
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