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Watch Nationwide’s ‘Little Things’ film and tell us what you treasure about your DC’s for a chance to win £300 voucher. NOW CLOSED(243 Posts)
For many of us, there’s nothing more important than family. Nationwide have launched a new campaign where ordinary people tell us what’s important to them. Here, poet and mum Hollie McNish describes how her family makes her feel in her poem ‘Little Things’.
Nationwide would love you to watch Hollie below and tell them what feelings and memories the poem stirs up about your own family. They’d love to hear about the moments in your own DC’s lives that you will treasure forever.
Here’s what Nationwide has to say: “At Nationwide our members have a voice. For many of us, there's nothing more valuable than family. In this poem, 'Little Things', poet and mum Hollie McNish says it all better than we ever could.”
So, what “little things” about your family will you always treasure? If you were talking to your DC, what would you tell them about the things that they do and how it makes you feel?
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Yes, I remember that moment when my firstborn was placed, naked, onto my naked chest. The baby's back was towards my face, and I touched it, gazed at it - a blue birthmark on the bum - didn't yet know whether boy or girl. I was about to ask for permission to turn my child over, when the thought struck me: this was my child! Not only did I not have to ask permission, but they would have to ask my permission to touch this child! And so I turned the child over, sex still unknown, gazed into those dark eyes and was immediately lost in them. That was it - we were bound forever.
Still going in to watch them when they are asleep at night before I go to bed. We made them, they are content and they are beautiful.
This makes me remember the quiet times it was just me and the baby feeding in the dark hours of the night. Such precious times together and a bond noone but Mummy can know.
Watching my little one sleep makes me feel so incredibly proud (and most days relieved that she's finally asleep!) Her little face and chubby cheeks just make me melt with love. I think back to the few nights we had in hospital after she was born, just the two of us, she slept on my chest and I just stayed up all night staring at her. She breathed in through her nose and out through her mouth with a little "ppp" each time and even though I was exhausted and half asleep it made me laugh. And she's been making me laugh and bringing me joy I couldn't even quantify every day since then.
What a lovely thread this is.
Another one who loves checking in on them when asleep. Even still now. It's a warm fuzzy feeling.
I will treasure the moment my then six year old had told his teacher that he would be making me a birthday card --when all the other children were writing Father's Day cards. Then hiding the card for a month and then presenting me the card along with £3 he had squirrelled away in 1 and 2 pence coins and hidden it under his bed. He had wrapped up the money in doily paper and told me to treat myself to the original Ghostbuster movie.
My family is my son --just me and him, and I am so proud of him knowing that he is growing up to be such a kind, considerate young man.
Love eating dinner together and hearing about my children's day and what they have been up to at school / college.
Seeing my boy walk . When you push your son in wheelchair seeing walk is amazing.
When my dd calls me mummy it makes me feel so warm and fuzzy. My ds asleep on my chest in the middle of the night with his little milk drunk face.
I treasure their first, dazzling smiles, and the echo of those smiles every time they laugh. I love that we know how to make each other laugh.
My girls love making things. I love it when they draw me a picture or make me a "treasure chest" from an egg box. Apart from that they also look good asleep!
All of it! When a little chubby hand holds mine, when little feet jump into puddles, when they have a hot chocolate moustache and they are sleepy with full tummies, when they draw childish picture and when they run towards me at full speed, arms open and ready to embrace.
The moments when my DD, age 6, cuddles up to me on the couch and falls asleep - perfect trust.
Then, when she's standing on a stage for a dance show or a school recital, just for a moment, just before she starts her eyes meet mine, every time. Then she takes a breath, smiles and starts.... and shines. That same perfect trust, this time that she can fly because I'm there if she falls.
With my little boy who is 6 months it's that last feed of the day, snuggling in his room until he falls asleep. As the second child it's rare time we get alone.
With my dd it's those moments I see her off being herself with others, for example how she interacts with her swimming teacher, or with her friends. I see what a confident, polite child she is, but I also get a glimpse of the world through her eyes, what's important to her and what fills her with wonder and joy.
I love the big squashy hugs when they're excited and the snugly hugs when they're tired or sad. I love watching them sleep, looking so peaceful (and being quiet!)
I will always remember looking into their eyes as they were feeding and the smiles they gave me (which caused milk to spray all over the place).
Big koala hugs from my 18month old, accompanied with him telling me it's "duddle". So lovely and yet something that will pass.
Skin to skin time immediately post partum with the baby. Hospital policy was they could lie on your chest overnight clad in a nappy and a hat. I will carry that memory in my heart forever.
I picked up one DC from nursery still asleep. He woke up on transfer to the car, looked at me, and said happily, "Mummy," with such love.
I love that feeling of love when I check on them sleeping before I go to bed. Then the cozy cuddles in the morning when they climb in my bed.
There are so many little things that make my heart melt but they don't necessarily mean anything to anyone else.
I treasure my son's quirkiness and sense of humour. He can have us in stitches with his wittiness. For my daughter I treasure her never ending joie de vivre - nothing gets her down! I also treasure their little feet - even though they're 8 and 9 now and daughter's can be less than fragrant!
There's so many little things I find myself trying to take a mental picture of so I never forget their childhood. I love the way they curl up in their towels on the floor after a bath and giggle with each from underneath. I love the way I can tell which child is running up the stairs to our bedroom when they wake up by the weight in their footfalls. I love the innocence and brightness of their eyes when they see me watching them in a school assembly. I love the way they run down the drive when either set of grandparents arrive shouting their names. I love the way my son sings my name to himself in an absent minded way when he's drawing. I love the wonky potato people my four year old draws with dots for toes. I cherish each walk to school because as they stream infront of me on their scooters I cannot believe how lucky I am that they are mine. Each time a hand curls in mine in the supermarket, I cherish that - I love every little thing about them - my precious little things.
This advert is bloody awful, it comes across like its someone delivering a poem about someone who has passed away in a cancer ward. And what has it got to do with banking?
I will always treasure my daughter's optimism, her exuberance and her willingness to meet life head-on with a happy face. She starts her day by waking up with a smile. I cherish that first smile in the morning, before the busy day begins.
Hugs that are so spontaneous and forceful you fear for your nose and teeth.
Watching him sleep, trying not to laugh because I can't believe the foghorn snorty snoring noise coming from such a delicate innocent face.
The main thing I'll treasure is his endless curiosity, though it does get hard to answer "why" for the 50th time and still make it sound interesting.
Watching the dc play together on a day out at the beach, makes it all worthwhile when they get on, the weather's great and things go to plan.