I’ve been feeling like a bit of a shitehawk parent recently. Way too much going on, a never-ending to do list, and a plague of guilt at the end of each day that I still haven’t made any sodding mince pies from scratch with my children yet. Sometimes, the trappings of modern life completely suck and I wish I could go back to simpler times where it’s wall-to-wall cuddles and the washing fairy keeps us all in clean clothes.
Oh, wait…I AM the washing fairy. And a boil wash has just finished. Anyway, my point is, it’s all too easy to be swept along in life admin and do a bit of caretaker parenting. You know the kind – you get through the day, making do, instilling no great wisdom or doing anything particularly enriching. Because you’re so god damn embroiled in everything else. It’s on days like these where it’s important to do a bit of self-cheerleading. You know what? You ARE a good parent. You’re (mostly) smashing it out of the park, you’re just a bit busy – that’s all.
My friend Patricia, who blogs at White Camellias, set up a special tag called #RockingMotherhood so that us parents can unite and share our woop-woop-owning-it moments. What makes you a good mum or dad? I don’t promise to be the best, all of the time, but sometimes I’m actually pretty alright at this raising-small-people lark. Here are my reasons, I’d love you to join in and share yours.
- My boobs fix every single one of Moo’s problems, instantly. This one isn’t infinite, admittedly, but it’s handy to know that if WW3 breaks out in my house, I can pacify at least one screaming gob.
- I can sometimes read Mouse’s mind. She can read mine, too, which isn’t always a good thing. But I love that I can take one look at her and know what she’s thinking.
- My children have a really good diet. I know, this sounds like a bollocky brag – but I’m pleased that despite everything, they get a homecooked dinner made from scratch most nights of the week. Er, not Friday and Saturday though. Those days are all about embracing the beige.
- I let Mouse play with my handbags, shoes and jewellery. Then when she breaks those, I happily show her my husband’s collection of watches and cufflinks.
- I tell both of my girls how beautiful they are, often. Or how clever they are. Or how helpful they’ve been. I big them up, basically – I empower them to carry on doing the things that make them wonderful.
- I try to teach Mouse to show empathy to others. If we walk past a homeless person, I try to explain that some people are less fortunate. My husband and I have an unspoken agreement that, without obliterating her tender little mind, we’ll never dumb anything down or dodge tricky issues. Y’know, except for the whole Father Christmas thing which we’ll preserve until she’s at least 18.
- The girls adore each other. And I made them both so that’s basically just a big fat credit to me.
- Mouse is polite and always says please and thank you without being prompted. Well, mostly. Moo’s just a baby and doesn’t know how to be polite but she did try to say “ta” the other day when I gave her a digestive. Er, oops.
- They’re both excitable and bubbly and impish and affectionate. Which means I must be doing something right, yes?
- I try really, really bloody hard.
Fancy taking part?
1. Thank the blogger that tagged you and link to their blog.
2. List 10 things you believe make you a good mother (this is just a guideline. It can be more or less than 10. I really don’t mind.)
3. Tag 3 – 5 bloggers to join in the #RockingMotherhood Tag.
4. Grab the #RockingMotherhood badge from White Camellias and add it to your post or sidebar.
-SJW December 2016