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This darling little gem popped up in my newsfeed this morning on Facebook. My own Mum had shared it. That was four hours ago, and I'm still thinking about it.
I second guess my mothering every. single. day. Considering I am about to venture in to my 14th year of mothering, that makes for a lot of second guessing. I can still remember bringing home my big boofa of a baby all those years ago, and having absolutely no idea what I was doing. I was 23 years old. A baby myself. And this little human being needed me. And I had no idea what I was doing.
Three more children later, and I still find myself - at times - floundering. Beating myself up for not being the Mum I think I should be. Like now. What I should be doing is sitting on the floor playing some sort of game with my four year old. I should be doing that every day yes? But I'm not. And I don't. I'm not a game player.
I worry that my kids will only remember the Mum that was cranky. The bad cop. Will they remember the good stuff? I know my kids love me. The 14 year old told me (via FB when I asked him for some sort of "like, rate, honest" shit that the teenagers do!)..........
"like ur my mum and ur funny tbh ur a pretty kool mum"
So that has to count for something yes?
I'm good at preaching. I'm a big believer in "each to their own" parenting. Don't compare yourself, don't worry about what others are doing - when all along - I'm worrying about what I'm doing? Will the self doubt, as a Mother, ever end?
So I ask you - do you enjoy being the Mum you are?
