Good afternoon readers and
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!
I hope those of you that are mothers are all cosied up in bed with a nice warm cuppa having a delicious pastry brunch while your children jump like maniacs on the bed demanding to watch more Paw Patrol. I am if nothing realistic. Ha! Oh motherhood, you.
Being a mother is tough. Really, really tough. You don’t actually realise how life changing and challenging it is until you become one. It’s that instant fear for the rest of your life that you will be worrying if your offspring is alive and well. Are they eating their five fruit and veg every day? Do they need another jumper? Are they looking both ways when crossing the road? Questions, worries, constantly whirling around inside your head like some kind of…crazy whirly thing.
I never for a moment realised how much worrying I would do when I became a mother. I am a natural-born worrier so mix that into motherhood and you’ve got a daily thunderstorm capsizing your tiny sailboat. It’s maddening yet it’s something you slowly learn to live with and accept.
As a mother of two boys I have learned a lot. I have learned that in the early days I really should have just listened to my own instincts. That I shouldn’t worry about being judged on my parenting style because my child is happy. Children don’t follow rule books and really, really don’t hit all those important milestones when they are supposed to (as dictated by some daft blueprint that’s completely irrelevant to ACTUAL people). Children are all beautifully different, unique and do things at their own pace. Not when the health visitor or any other ‘professional’ deems it so. They will do it, in their own time. I have become a lot more chilled about certain things. I may not appear that different to outsiders, but believe me, I have loosened up A LOT!
I have also learned to stop feeling so guilty and to not only be seen as a mum. I am me, mum is just one of my many titles. I am a BUNNY, a mother, wife, daughter, sister, friend, writer, reader, and so much more. It doesn’t mean I love my boys any less. Of course not. They are my world and I would kill for them. But it doesn’t mean that it is all I am. I am still me, the mad passionate about books/writing, lover of Dr Martens and hums swan lake when I see swans Bunny. So please, please don’t ever feel guilty about being you if you are a mother. You can still be you and a mother. I owe it to my boys to show them who I am and be true to myself. I am their mother through and through. It’s a big, big part of me but it’s not the ONLY part of who I am.
I am off to have a long hot Lush bubble bath with a glass of Bucks Fizz and then we are off to see the Shaggy Moos and play on the beach. I hope you all have a fabulous Mother’s day.
Cheers Mums! You do a bloody good job!
Hop hop wiggle wiggle.
Bunny’s Pause 