I am starting a new series. I am FED up of the way parents, and actually mothers, to be honest, are put under so much pressure, to be perfect and to have this parenting thing under control and be able to do it all, and the constant judgement we are under. This parenting job is HARD, we get no training, we don’t get paid, and we do it because we want to and love our children. Sometimes we don’t get it right, sometimes we get it more than right. We are all mostly just trying to do our best. I am tired of the “how to be a perfect wife, mother, craft provider, cleaning lady, cook…” stuff that gets flung at us every day. We need to take the guilt and throw it away and enjoy parenting, but also be able to admit when it’s not going so well, or might be a bit tough…
It’s not about glorifying bad parenting, I am not about to post that I am drinking gin at 4pm, whilst my children run riot in another room (although after the hideous school run home, we have just had, that is a tempting prospect!) but about admitting that we are just human and might not have it all together, might have yelled, not cleaned up well, not cooked dinner from scratch, handed homework in late, pretended to need the toilet just so you could hide in the bathroom for 5 minutes of peace… It’s all ok. Let it out!
So, I will start. You can add your own comment here, or on the Facebook page, or on Twitter!
Today I’m a bad parent, because when we got home from school after a tantrum filled walk home, because a certain little boy is exhausted and life isn’t going his way, instead of the activity I had planned to do together, to spend some time with them having not seen them all day, I have sent one to a bedroom to read quietly and the other is watching tv, and both have been allowed to choose a treat from the sweet jar, and I plan to keep them where they are til dinner time, because they can’t be nice to each other, or me. I haven’t seen either of them all day, but despite my attempts, us being all together isn’t working, so I have given up. Peace is good!
There, that’s mine. What’s yours??