I’m in the midst of a breakdown of epic proportions. Let’s call it a mumumental breakdown.
If I’m honest, it’s been niggling at me just below the surface for years, waiting to combust.
You know what I think though? I think all mums have been where I am, trying to do it all.
Stay at home with the kids. Work from home with the kids. Work outside the home with kids. Kids’ school demands. Kids’ sports and activities. The kids themselves’ demands. Dealing with husband or partner’s demands. Dealing with friends, family and society’s demands.
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Demands, demands and more demands. Not to mention the burdens we place on ourselves.
We’re far too hard on ourselves. It’s hard not to be when we are constantly called upon to be a shining example of what motherhood apparently looks like. If we have an opinion that’s different from other mums, we are judged. If we stand up for ourselves, we are targeted as well as judged.
We are bombarded on social media with messages that we can do it all, we can be it all. We can achieve mum perfection. We are told that in order for our kids to turn out as well-adjusted, amazing adults, we must set that example.
Well, I’m sorry, but that’s not always possible. I know I’m far from perfect and that is completely okay with me.
Kids need to see that their mums are not flawless. I only ever saw my mum being strong, never vulnerable. So when I show my kids vulnerability I have an innate tendency to feel guilty about it, even though I know there is no freedom in appearing strong all the time.
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