I can’t even begin to tell you how many times I have felt shamed as a mum. Sitting on my phone at the park; probably being shamed. Bribing my kids with TV, shamed. Desperately ignoring a stage 4 meltdown at the supermarket, shame, shame, shame. I’m sure most mums know what I mean.
It’s become so ingrained in modern day motherhood that every time I see a ‘mummy shaming’ post online I wonder if it’s actually about me. The judgement we cop as mothers is intense, there is no denying it.
Yesterday was my ‘day off’. I work three days a week from home. With me on my workdays (and the other days) are my three children- all under the age of five. To say it gets intense sometimes would be an understatement but I love the chaos. I love my job and I cherish being able to be with my kids while they are young. Like most mums though I am filled with a constant feeling of ‘not being good enough’. I always feel as though I’m letting someone down in some way. I think a lot of working mums can appreciate the feeling.
So on Tuesdays when it’s just me and my babies we try and do something special to make up for the continual ‘I have to work, I have to clean, I have to wash’ excuses that they hear from me for why I can’t give them my undivided attention on other days.
Tuesdays are our day.
In the morning we have swimming lessons followed by running errands or going to the park or the beach. Usually it’s not particularly exciting as there is only a small window of time before the younger ones need to get home for a sleep but I try to do something with them to use the time we have together as best I can.