You make loads of it for kids. Your kids will turn perfectly good meals into mush. The play dough that you’ve bought or made will be smashed into a brown mush. Perhaps save some time and money – buy brown play dough. There’s mush everywhere when you’re parent. You might as well live in “Mushworld”.
Mush is an integral part of the life of a parent. As a dad, I’m cleaning up the mush from baby chairs, floors, baby bowls. There’s a lot of mush in being a parent.
But as my babies transformed into toddlers, they magically turned my (supposedly cynical/boys don’t cry/I’m a tough guy) heart into mush.
Look, I may not be a tough guy dad. More of a nerd if anything. A funny nerd. But my kids have turned my heart to mush. It’s been utterly mushified.
The time I get with my kids is better than pure gold (although I can’t say I’ve ever seen gold that hadn’t been melted into a ring – but you get what I mean). It provides a whole different dimension to being at home: you’re seeing someone else grow, dance and laugh. It’s quite something – and what may be samey, boring or inane to anyone else gives me immense joy.
I’m sure other dads, mums, grandparents, aunts and uncles can sympathise – the kids that are special to you in your life will pull at your heart strings through the simplest things. They’ll thaw the most frozen chambers of your heart.
This thawing process happened a number of times as I was literally watching Frozen with my kids. No joke.