My oldest child turned 10 last week.
We made a fuss. I tried to make a cake. We went for family dinner and terrorised a restaurant. There was a party on the weekend. It was a lot.
At 10, I couldn’t be prouder of her, my fierce, kind girl. I could boast about her for a week.
But look, this is about me.
Because as M moved into double-digits, my perceived experience level as a parent also kicks over into another gear – I have now been a mother for a decade.
Watch: Things Mums never hear. Post continues below.
Let’s be clear, this does not make me an expert in anything at all. As my podcast “husband” Andrew Daddo – whose children are not actually children anymore – and I always say on This Glorious Mess, every year that passes doesn’t put any letters after your name, it just increases your flying hours.
And in my flying time with my now 10-year-old, M, and then my seven-year-old, B, of course, I have learned some things.
And here they are because if there’s something mothers need more of in their lives, it’s wisdom from unqualified strangers.