I’m surrounded by amazing mums. They are some of the most brilliant, funniest, bravest people I know. When it comes to caring for their child, they are like soldiers. They spend time searching the internet, reading books, attending talks and speaking to others around them to find any method they haven’t already found that might help their child. Any way that they can change or improve what they’re already doing. They spend hours with their child, trying to find the methods that work. They work tirelessly every single day, to help their son or daughter connect with the world around them; and then they tell me that they feel like they’re not doing enough.
This is what I call the mummy guilt.
Mummy guilt gives us a good old battering on a daily basis. It tells us that we are not good enough. That we should be doing more. It makes us doubt, causes us to worry and makes us scared of our responsibilities. It tells us that we’re not doing our job properly, and it tells us to do better. It keeps us up at night worrying over the things we didn’t get right that day, and berates us for the times we completely messed it up.
You probably know it, you’ve been there. The first wake up call was around 5am, the Pickle wandered in to announce his day had started, but this was one of the mornings he went back to his bedroom. Thank goodness I thought, I can sleep again. At 7am, the meltdown began.
I’m not too sure exactly how it started, I think he knocked over his marble run. And then we couldn’t get it right. Then nothing was right, and it felt like nothing would ever be right again as the screams of a crazed banshee ran out through our house whilst two bleary eyed, tired parents tried to fix the situation; knowing full well that we could never fix the situation. Continue reading →