I tend to moan a bit about being a stay at home mum. I wonder also if my blogs are a bit on the negative side. I don’t think it’s ever crossed my mind to write about lovely days out we’ve spent as a family exploring London, or the times when I’ve laid in bed next to my daughter and felt truly soothed just listening to her breathing (because I do know how lucky I am). Yes there are plenty of good bits don’t get me wrong, it just seems a bit smug to share that sort of thing – a bit like those annoying people on Facebook who only share pictures of perfect family scenes with well behaved children, reward charts filled with stars, but glossing over the moments before when little Johnny threw his dinner all over the floor and demanded only BLUE SMARTIES!! Its easy to be fooled that other people are getting it right and we’re getting it wrong, especially if our day has been a total disaster, starting with the daily battle to get dressed and ending with actually pinning my daughter to the floor to brush her teeth before bed.
I decided to write my blog because its a tough gig being a mum and I think there’s plenty of scope to show each other a bit more solidarity. I’ve checked out some mum groups on Facebook and seen women cutting each other down for choices they’ve made, mistakes we all make, and generally moaning about how kids can do one’s head in, we all know how draining it can be so why not show a little more love? I’m not pretending to be perfect, I’ve sometimes judged other mums (in the form of moaning to my husband), and if I’m really honest with myself its usually been to make myself feel better, to somehow prove I’m doing a better job as a mum when actually I don’t have a clue what I’m doing. I’ve been lucky to find some amazing mum mates but I know at the start motherhood is a lonely place and more often than not I found myself googling all sorts of random crap in the wee hours, essentially trying to answer the same question “is it just me?”
Finding blog land has been a real game changer for me, not just being inspired to make my small contribution amongst the gang of funny, honest, talented women out there but also feeling a whole lot better about being a mum by reading the REAL TRUTH! Had it not been for the likes of Unmumsy Mum, Hurrah for Gin, Mother Pukka, or The Motherload I might have thought it was a bit weird to have to refer to my daughter ONLY as Queen Elsa of Arendelle in order to stand a chance of getting her ready for pre-school on time. Or I might have had cause for concern that she likes to unpack my sanitary pads and wallpaper the bedroom mirror (I just let her crack on, gives me more time to spend on Facebook). But no, this is all perfectly fine! And most importantly of all, I’m not alone.