Every morning I lay on a huge breakfast. I’m talking the full works; watermelon, apple, strawberries, grapes, toast, jam, marmite, honey, porridge, eggs, sausages, bacon, juice, and of course, coffee! Behind this breakfast are a whole host of parenting insecurities, though.
It might sound ridiculous, it even feels a bit ridiculous typing it and seeing it all there on the screen. And it hasn’t always been this way. As recently as a couple of months ago, breakfast was a rushed affair usually consisting of arguments over coco pops, weetabix, and how much time was being taken.
When we relocated in July (I’ll stop going on about it soon, I promise!) one of the biggest reasons for the move was to have more quality time together as a family. Breakfast is a big part of this. Instead of spending all morning yelling at each other about the aforementioned morning issues, now we all sit down together and enjoy a breakfast together that isn’t rushed and is enjoyable for everyone.
Family time is something that is really important to me, and not just me but most people! We mums spend a lot of time beating ourselves up for the things we think we’re not very good at, and even the things we think we might not be good at in the future! I’m no exception, and my biggest fear is not creating stability, or a solid family unit.
My own background has a lot to do with my fears. It fills me with dread to think that my kids might one day look back on their childhoods and remember never staying in one place for long, or not knowing who to trust because no one was ever really there. Of course these are totally irrational fears; my kids aren’t going anywhere, I’m not going anywhere, they are loved beyond belief.
Yet still I find myself relocating hundreds of miles and filling the table to the brim with food at 7am just to make sure that family time is there, clear for them to take advantage of, stable in its delivery, and always always prepared with love.
Now you might by now be thinking that I’m from the school of “nothing is too much to ask for my precious darlings” but those who know me a little better will know I’m not actually that great! I would do anything for my kids. Within reason! All too often the phrase “I’m not your slave” can be heard bouncing off the walls of our house. No I won’t go and fetch your teddy with the yellow ears from your bedroom, I’m not your slave. No, I will not go to the playhouse and get your red colouring pencil, I’m not your slave. But yes, I will go to every length necessary to make sure you always know that we are here, whenever you need us. That we are solid, we’re not going anywhere and we never will. And that, above all else, we love you.
Tell me I’m not crazy! Do Tell you have any totally irrational parenting insecurities?!