Mother-Daughter Time

As there is a four-year age gap between my daughter and son, my daughter had quite a lot of time alone with me before her brother came along. And because she and I have always been extra close, I have made a special effort to retain some quality alone time. And not just a few minutes or an hour here and there while Dubz naps.

I have never had a close relationship with my mother. And I don’t want it to be like that with Moozles. I want her to be able to talk to me when she’s older. And I hope that one day, when she is all grown up, we can be friends. I feel like if I put the effort in now, we will have the basis for the friendship.
 
So every three months or so, Moozles and I have a Mummy-Daughter Day. Sometimes I let her pick the activities, sometimes I surprise her (like today). Sometimes I spend quite a bit of money, sometimes we do it bargain-basement-stylee. But what ever we do, we have lots of fun together. Moozles gets uninterrupted time. No brother, no housework and not even my mobile gets in the way. We chat, and she gets to feel extra special and a bit grown-up.
 
Today’s surprise–we took the train to Central London to see My First Ballet: Coppelia. We went last year and watched My First Cinderella and Moozles loved it. We both enjoyed Coppelia.

My First Ballet is a series of ballet shows targeted towards a young audience (beginning at three years of age). I love the idea of getting children interested in ballet at a young age. And so must a lot of people as the theatre was quite full. I did find it a bit annoying that there were a few toddlers and babies in the audience crying. I understand that children make noise, but I don’t see why the whole family has to attend such an event. Especially as tickets range from £10 to £40 each, depending on your seat and which theatre you are at.
 
My First Ballet, which is put on by the English National Ballet School, is made up of younger dancers. They are fantastic, and even more so considering their ages. My First Ballet: Coppelia is still playing in London this week, and in several other venues around the UK in April and May, if you want to check it out. 
 
After the ballet, we grabbed some Viennese fare (Moozles danced most of the way to the restaurant). We had gone to The Delaunay for brunch last year before the ballet (it’s just around the corner from The Peacock Theatre) so this year we thought we would go to its Counter for a quick lunch. Moozles got a hot dog and I got the pretzel salt beef. Tasty!
 
We then walked (and danced) back to Waterloo, catching sight of the London Marathon. Feeling inspired, Moozles ran over Waterloo Bridge in her own marathon. We had a lovely day, and I hope that Moozles always remembers our special Mother-Daughter days (especially when she’s 16 and I’ve grounded her from going out with a man in a biker gang and she thinks I’m the worst mum in the world).