Most adults will tell you that your childhood is the best part of your life, or at the very least one of the best. That shouldn’t mean that when you have children of your own your life is on hold until they have had their fun, though. Why do so many parents spend their kids early years yearning for a time when they can get their lives back? Do we have to completely give ourselves up for ten to fifteen years in order for their childhood to be wonderful?
Trying to do all the stuff leaves us exhausted, too tired to even pretend we care when the last time we showered was. If you don’t at least look as though you’re trying to fit it all in, you’re a lazy Mum. But if you do somehow manage to fit it all in, and still have your hair done and a have decent outfit on, you’re a try-hard. Either way, a label is slapped on your forehead which tells the world exactly how socially inadequate your parenting is.
Life with kids doesn’t need to leave you tearing your hair out by breakfast every day. For every potentially stressful moment, there’s a tip or trick to almost entirely remove the stress!
We’re adults now, out in the real world. This isn’t the playground anymore, but it sure as hell feels like it sometimes. But what if it didn’t have to be that way? Imagine a world where we all parented the way we saw fit, strangers in the street didn’t pass judgement over the snippet of your day they just witnessed, and we stopped beating ourselves up at every turn in the motherhood journey. Sounds idyllic doesn’t it? As far as I’m concerned, the first step towards that starts with us. It begins with each of us giving ourselves a break and accepting that we are not perfect in anything we do, motherhood included.
Once we start cutting ourselves some slack, we’ll begin to see more clearly that all the other Mums are just trying to do the same thing as we are. Muddle through every day, not really knowing what we’re doing half the time, and trying to raise half decent kids. We all have good days, and we all most certainly have bad ones. What really matters is that we love our children, even when they’re being little shits.