Living the life of Mum

“Mummy you’re a bum bum face.”
“Mummy you have a big bum.”
“Mummy you’re silly.”
“Mummy I don’t like you anymore.”
“Mummy Mummy Mummy….”
“Mummy I love you.”

Out of the lot I definitely prefer the last one. Not sure I hear it as much as I’d like but I’ll take it when I can.
Kids have no filter. If they want to say something, they will.
It doesn’t matter if it hurts your feelings or not. You have to sort of pretend it doesn’t even if you want to cry big ugly tears. Or sometimes I may just say a few things back to my “lovely” daughters. Not exactly the most adult thing to do, but if you can’t beat them, join them right?!

When I became a mum, my whole world changed.
Everything I thought I knew was turned upside down.
I was catapulted into the unknown, a scary place for me, especially when I’m used to having some sort of control over things in my life.

But motherhood was a role I took on with the same strength and attitude I do with most things in my life, head on.
Did I fail?
Multiple times. Actually more times than I want to remember.
Do I still fail?
Hell all the time.
But I pick myself up and continue.
There’s two beautiful girls relying on mummy to give them the direction they need in life.
Whether it’s the right or wrong direction remains to be seen, but I’m doing the best I can.

There are days when I feel I can’t do this. And there are days where I’m winning at being a mum (there’s bribery involved of course, haha). I’ve accepted that it’s definitely not easy, take all the help you can – even if you don’t want to and try to keep smiling even when your children are being feral. It doesn’t always work.

I still yell, get annoyed and angry when they don’t listen and then I feel guilty for not being a happy mummy. As mums, we put so much pressure on ourselves to live up to this expectation of being the best mum ever. It’s unrealistic, yet we constantly beat ourselves up over silly little things. I do it all the time. And I have no doubt I will continue to do it for years to come.

My girls are beautiful bundles of endless energy. They run me off my feet. Their attitudes are a little bit at the “already killing me” stage and I know I’ve still got plenty more fun ahead of me. But I would be lost without them. As much as they drive me crazy I’m glad they chose me to be their mum (yeah I did get a tear in my eye).

On that note, I’d like to wish all the mums, mums-to-be, my beautiful and amazing mum and everyone else who fills the role in some way, a very Happy Mother’s Day for this Sunday.
Enjoy being spoilt (if you’re lucky) because if you aren’t already doing all the usual “Mum” things, you will be again the next day!

A path widely travelled

Children really do change your life.

It’s not necessarily a bad thing, just different.

Gone are the days (or rather nights) of staying out until all hours drinking with mates.

Instead you wonder what time you might be woken up in the middle of the night, or if you have a newborn, you might not remember what sleep is!

Sleep ins don’t exactly exist anymore or rather what you perceive as a sleep in takes on a whole new meaning.

Saturday night plans usually involve a good book, TV remote or falling asleep on the lounge.

Catching up with friends quickly becomes a daytime activity and usually involves someone’s house or somewhere outdoors.

A trip to the toilet usually involves a chorus of “mummy, mummy, mummy” from outside the door (if you do make it in there on your own to start with).

And having a shower suddenly becomes a shared activity.

Leaving the house is no longer as simple as grabbing your wallet and keys, unless you’re fortunate enough to make a quick trip to the shops on your own.

And my daily TV viewing doesn’t stretch much past the tune of “There’s a bear in there….”

Don’t get me wrong I love being a mum.

So much so, I’m gearing up for round two to start soon.

But I do often miss aspects of my life, which now looking back, really weren’t as hard as I thought at the time.

Carefree days have now become packed full of tiny person fun (well most of the time).

They can also be full of tantrums, spilt milk and cries for bikkies.

I find now that apart from nap time, my days are busy from first thing to lights out.

There’s always something to do.

Washing, cleaning, cooking, playing and of course I can’t forget about writing.

But a big chunk of the time I usually have a little helper in tow too!

And this is all probably happening in many other houses out there.

Good days can make you feel like you have a handle on things and then a bad day can make you feel like the worst parent in the world.

But there’s nothing more reassuring than overhearing or talking to someone else who is going through the same drama or dilemma.

Or better yet (for you of course) a situation even worse than your own!

Children will make you smile, cry, laugh and fall in a heap on the floor like you’re broken.

But it can’t be all bad because we seem to like repeating the process, again and again……

Maybe it’s that reassuring thought that one day we get to sit back, watch and laugh (nicely of course), much like our own parents do now.

Or maybe it’s because, thanks to the wonders of digital technology, we’ve got plenty of bribery up our sleeves to use for years to come!

Just remember when you feel you’re being pushed to the limit, tomorrow is another day…