Being a mummy is a tough gig filled with highs and lows. To be honest sometimes I wonder if we really knew how hard it was going to be if we'd enter into it with the joy and gusto most of us do. All those dreams about how we're going to parent our children and the mental lists of things we'll never do with our kids ........ until we actually have them and live in the raw emotion of sleep deprived and over stretched family life. Okay, just so you remember, I REALLY do love my three little pinks beyond anything I could ever imagine. They truly are the sunshine of my life. But let me say again being a mummy can be a tough gig.
If you are a mummy you'll probably be nodding your head about now and thinking of your own list of reason why you agree with this statement. If not, well you're probably not reading my blog! We could talk sleep deprivation, bad behaviour, tantrums, mummy guilt, endless housework, lack of me time .... and so on and so on. For me, what I find really hard is the constant nature of the job. There is no long services leave or holiday plan when you're living in the pre-school set. Being mummy comes with you day and night, 365 days a year - and they tell me the worrying only gets worse as they get older. Fabulous news for someone who spent 2 hours last night looking at the bedroom ceiling worrying about the girls not being able to swim well enough and the fact that the house won't be looking very 'renovated' by the biggest pinks 7th birthday party in June - yes champion worrier here!
But then there are the highs. Those moments when you think your heart will burst with joy, pride and happiness just from being near them. The happy tears when three little whispering voices break out into the 'ABC song' in the backseat of the car because they know it will make mummy laugh. The little girl who yells out in the supermarket at the top of her loudest, most bogan inspired voice "I LOVE YOU MUMMY" (and then proceeds to pull your top down from the V neck exposing your bra to all the shoppers on the cleaning Isle ...but let's not talk about that bit.). There seems to be an almost magical river of love and tenderness which starts flowing from your deepest parts when you fall in love with your child. And it just keeps flowing and growing - despite the hardships. Frankly, it doesn't make the hardship any easier but it does keep you fully and squarely in love with your children regardless of how hard it gets. I always know even after the most frustrating, irritating, earplug needing, sleep craving, sanity stretching day I'll still be in love with my little pink people when I wake up next morning.
Being a mummy is a hard gig ......... but with big rewards. Rewards I wouldn't miss out on for all the adult outings and 'me time' in the world. What do you think is the hardest thing about being a mummy? And what do you do when the sanity stretching gets to much. Sadly, I must admit that I reach for the remote control and bow down to the alter of ACB kids,giving myself an hour of peace to regroup and recuperate.