As a first time Mum, I’ve found the honesty of mummy bloggers to be instrumental in my recovery from a traumatic childbirth and as I encounter every stage of winging it – I know I’m not the first or last to want to throw in the towel. For me, that honesty is an invaluable resource.
But of course we’re not all the same. And whilst it’s now normal to find people joining the “bad mum’s club” did the generation before us really have it right by keeping mum about being Mum?
Only yesterday my own Dad told me he’d wanted to throw me out the window as an inconsolable baby.
“But why does no one tells you that’s normal?! I said, despairingly.
“Well until you have children, it sounds awful.”
(Which totally made me think of this Family Guy skit)
And maybe that’s it. Maybe if the generations before us were as outwardly honest about how shit things can be when you’ve had no sleep and are picking dried sick out of your bra – perhaps we’d have put too many people off?!
Perhaps many of us wouldn’t even be here?! Well, that would suck.
That said, perhaps I’m not honest enough about what’s great about being a Mum. So to those people I may have made think twice – please believe me when I say this:
It’s not all bad. Honest.