Magical Moments of Parenting #154


One of the weird lovely things about Flea is that she’s very sensitive to noise. She hates any sort of loud noise and still refuses to have anything to do with electric hand dryers, hair dryers, parties at soft play centres, parades or fairgrounds.

She’s also massively affected by music – she loves rock and indie, and can pick out different sorts of guitars on her favourite tracks. She is very sensitive to the mood of songs, too – play her virtually anything involving strings and she’ll have tears in her eyes in under 30 seconds.

Of course, being Flea, she pretends it’s that her eyes are itchy, but it’s cute to see how much she feels the emotion within music.

So today we were watching Karate Kid (don’t rush to follow our example, it’s shockingly bad) and there came a sad moment in the storyline, with a rush of strings on the soundtrack. I looked to my left and sure enough, Flea was rubbing her eyes, tears already glistening on her fat little cheeks. Bless her, my little sensitive monkey, I thought to myself.

A minute later, I felt a little warm hand reach for mine in the darkness. I smiled to myself in the darkness. She’s so sensitive and adorable, isn’t she? 

Flea squished my hand in hers and lifted it to her cheek. Then she wiped her face on it. 

“My nose is running,” she whispered.



Sally is a full-time blogger and founder of the Tots100, Trips100, Foodies100 and HIBS100 communities, along with the MAD Blog Awards. She spends a bit too much time on the Internet. She’s also a very happy Mum to Flea, the world’s coolest ten year old.

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  1. diane
    31st July 2010 / 1:21 am

    Oh, I laughed! Oh, Flea…

  2. MrsW
    31st July 2010 / 4:06 am

    That is beyond cute. Want to borrow a boy for a bit? I can offer you real snot? No?

  3. 1st August 2010 / 7:20 am

    Bleargh……the ‘stuff’ we go through for our kids…both my boys are Snot Stealthers, mostly on my jeans. Revolting.

  4. 1st August 2010 / 10:23 am

    brilliant. Mine didn’ even have the sensitivity excuse – I was at a playdate (well, Daisy was having the playdate and I was having a cuppa), and mid-conversation with the other mum, I’m temporarily rendered speachless when D comes flying over, lifts my skirt and and promtly wipes her snotty nose on it, then flies off again. Both of us sat open mouthed unti I regained my composure and just carried on talking. There was nothing to say!

  5. angelsandurchinsblog
    2nd August 2010 / 7:33 pm

    Very amusing. Snot fair, is it? Ha ha. Is it a compliment to be seen as an extension of their own little bodies, or quite the opposite? I’m never entirely sure – and rarely seen outside the house without some kind of phlegm on collar or in hair.