There are a lot of motherhood sins I need to confess.
I had a caesarean with my first and a whole sh*tload of drugs with my second and third babies.
I breastfed them and then I gave them a bottle and all three kids refused to give that up.
My last born had a dummy and my first born slept in my bed.
I’ve skipped through pages when reading Where are the Green Sheep and I’ve been known to hide our copy of The Very Hungry Caterpillar.
I’ve occasionally forgotten to send my kids to school without their lunch/library books/sports kit/ excursion notes and I never, ever, EVER listen when they are talking about Minecraft or Lionel Messi’s latest hat-trick.
Oh, and today I realised there was another parenting sin I had committed.
I fed them baby food in squeeze pouches.
You know the stuff. You know you know it.
With your first baby you swore you’d never touch it.
No baby of mine is going to eat something prepared in a (gasp) commercial kitchen.
You swore your precious firstborn would only ever ingest substances created by you. You averted your eyes and pushed that trolley firmly down the baby food aisle.
Never would you touch the evil stuff.
What kind of mother would?