Inadequacies of Motherhood

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She won't remember this but I will.

She won’t remember this but I will.

I’ve been eagerly waiting for the opportunity to write for weeks. After anticipating that I would be receiving a laptop for Christmas from the Toolman, I was looking forward to the prospect that it would enable me to write more. Currently, I have to take off to the office to write and raising Bella rarely allows it. Needless to say I wasn’t even slightly perturbed when instead of a laptop I was presented with a diamond ring to mark the successful first year of Bella’s life. Complaining? … Not!Following other blogs as part of my morning coffee ritual has left me itching even more for the opportunity to get back here. But I have also been left with a rather uncomfortable “blog inadequacy”.  I’ve moved in the past year into the “mommy blog” domain and thus am confronted daily with articles and ideas for balancing life, feeding toddlers, baby wearing and co-sleeping.  Mothering can now be done in a “style” and a larger than life market has been developed to largely make us all feel rather inadequate. You think the celeb magazines are bad? Pick up a parenting one and you are guaranteed to feel undermined.

I’ve only started thinking about all this in the last couple of days when I had to admit to myself that the reason I hadn’t written was that I was waiting for something to happen, something noteworthy to share. Something really exciting that didn’t start with “Today Bella ……….. for the first time”.

(Insert tumbleweeds here).

Everywhere I look there seems to be change on the horizon. Friends expecting second babies, people returning to work or study, starting a project of some sort. Here I am with Bella, just us, most days. And it seems that there is a whole industry designed to make me feel uncomfortable with this.

No one ever says to me, “That must me great”. I usually get, “Well if you don’t have to return to work, good for you” (only another woman could understand why this stings), “What do you do all day?” or my personal favourite, “Do you socialise her?”, like she’s a Rottweiler.

Just to be really really clear about it, this isn’t a blog about how a parent should be at home just because that is what I am doing. That would actually be giving me more credit that I am due. You see, being a mother at home (do we still use the phrase “stay at home mum?”) just came about for me as a result of an assumption both the toolman and I made. In that way I know I am lucky; as well as wanting this gig, I’m also with a man who wants it for me too.

Now more than ever I am venturing into unfamiliar domains. The first year of Bell’s life was undoubtedly the most transformative and difficult time of my adult life (and believe me, I’ve had some doozies)! But in a way, it was clear what my role was. Especially because I was expressing full time, my days were structured and ran on a four hour pumping routine. For this reason and because I was permanently sleep deprived, my wings were rather clipped.

Since her birthday though, we seem to have come into a whole new space. I’m not longer feeding; she’s crawling and standing and seems to understand most of what I say. This morning I found her trying to put on my socks and when I asked her to bring me my shoes, she crawled over and diligently did her best to drag them to me. I’ve gone from living with a mute stranger to having a permanently attached miniature version of myself who appears to have the same sense of humour (minus the vulgarity…give it time).

It would be too easy to simply list all the things I do in a day that occupy my time; we all know it’s a full time job looking after a child. It’s simply that all of these tasks put together at the end of the day, have little noticeable effect on anyone but the two of us. How interesting is it to anyone else that today I spent a good 45 minutes with two plastic cups, teaching Bell the art of chinking glasses and making a toast to the enthusiastic “Cheers!” of her mother. Or that I fancied myself a bit of a queen when I mastered the art of walking with the pram whilst reading a book to Bell at the same time. Hence, the blogging hiatus.

I have felt so confused that I have even considered returning to work after I received an offer from my old boss and mentor. Not because the idea really appealed to me but simply because I thought that in years to come Bella may be more appreciative that her mother was a “career woman”, rendering me utterly exotic in her eyes (I grew up in the 80s so the image of women with massive shoulder pads and brief cases still sends a tingle down my spine). But as the Toolman eloquently put it, if I did take up any more demands simply to satisfy a little girls fantasy that may or may not exist, he’d “never hear the end of it”.

So this will be our 2013. It will be about walks and books and music and weetbix. All of those things are now my social currency. I’m not the woman heroically juggling work and motherhood. I’m not the mother who runs a successful business from home. I’m not even the mother who runs bake sales. I’m the mother of a one year old and nothing else.  I usually love it, I often tire from it, and without doubt, most of the time can see the funny side (think calls to the Doctor concerning suspected radioactive blue poo after a blueberry incident).

So here we are, radioactive poo and all.

Cheers!

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4 responses »

  1. First things first, well done on the diamond!! The toolman is a keeper by the sounds. My girl is 10 months… maybe I should forward this link to hubby… 🙂
    I think many women would envy your situation, me included. Being a mum is both the most fantastic and most demanding thing going around and in no way you being a ‘stay at home mum’ is a cop out. I’ve recently made the decision to be one of those ‘work from home mums’, after starting my own business last year while on maternity leave (god knows how I managed that?!?). I quit my job officially last week and have been met with supportive comments like “ohhhh, I guess you can keep your mind active that way”… hmmm… So, you’re damned if you do and damned if you don’t. Mummy guilt is an interesting thing.
    P.S. Thanks for your blogging honesty 🙂 x

  2. You don’t have to be an ‘extreme’ parent to be a good parent. And you don’t have to ‘have it all’ in order to be happy. In fact, they lied to us women…it’s pretty much impossible to have it all-something always has to give. Enjoy your time–as the saying goes, the days drag by but the years go by fast. And keep writing–I stopped when I had kids because ‘there was no time’ (sorry and lame excuse from me). You’ve made the time, keep up with it!

  3. Hi Charity
    I too am a “stay at home mum” & as much as financially it is really, really hard, my hubby & I wouldn’t want it any other way! In fact, I feel totally utterly lucky that I am fortunate enough to stay home with my kids (3yr old boy & 19 month boy/girl twins). I almost feel sorry for those mum’s that DO have to go back to work, these years are so precious & just race by, why would you want to miss it??? There’s a lifetime to make money & get ahead in a career (I think :)). Anyway I love your posts, you write so well. Thanks for keeping it so real. Ange x

  4. Thanks ladies- I really appreciate the feedback. I suppose however we all decide to mother, it takes a lot to be mindful and appreciate the days we are given. Glad that the honesty is not taken for granted at least here! X

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