I am not the mum I thought I would be. It isn’t an easy statement to make, but it is the truth. I had dreams of making homemade playdoh and baking cookies after school. Creating amazing arts and crafts and never having to raise my voice, yep let’s face it I failed miserably! I thought I would never need my own space, or be desperate to have my children fall asleep and not come out of bed fifty thousand times, (OK yes slight exaggeration, but some nights it seriously feels like that, like when I’m trying to watch The Walking Dead!) I wanted to be the perfect mother, devoted and selfless and look fab whilst doing it.

My fantasy was quickly shattered, suddenly I had the most beautiful baby in the world, only she didn’t seem to ever stop crying, well unless she was on my boob, which meant almost zero sleep for me. I thought I could handle no sleep, I mean couldn’t I survive on love alone? No I couldn’t, no matter how much I loved my baby girl I soon discovered I didn’t function well on barely any sleep. I wasn’t eased into motherhood, Aspen let me know I had arrived into the world of motherhood like being slapped in the face. I felt so guilty, I desperately  wanted sleep, and a shower without a baby crying in her swing next to me, I mean is it too much to ask to have a moment to myself and maybe smell nice? Clearly according the the world of Aspen it was.

It got easier though, Aspen eventually learnt to sleep without me holding her, and I started to enjoy her even more. I never had trouble loving her though, in fact it was more the opposite. As much as I craved a little space I couldn’t actually stand being away from her. I struggled to let anyone else look after her for a decent amount of time. I put a lot of pressure on myself to be the one person that would never let her down. It was probably the biggest shock of motherhood for me, the amount of love I had, and the mother lion type protectiveness that overcame me (seriously I think I morphed into one).

I was more at ease with April and Adam, I welcomed any help, but I still felt I had to live up to the standards of ‘the perfect mother’, well my version of the perfect mother, (you know the one with a baby in one arm, a healthy dinner on the table and a clean house to match). After baby number three though I had to come down to reality, I just couldn’t be Super-Mum. This was hard for me to accept, really hard. I wasn’t living up to my expectations. I ignored the fact that my children were happy, healthy and just all-round amazing little humans and just focused on the things I was doing wrong (not doing enough arts and crafts like making one of those amazing Play School masterpieces with old boxes, or spending hours having picnics with teddy bears). It was becoming clear that I was not the type of mum I thought I would be!

I discovered I didn’t have much of a tolerance for playdoh when I started finding little bits fit all over my house, nor did I have much tolerance for my children cutting paper into tiny pieces that covered the floor, arts and crafts were slowly, but surely driving me insane. My children however are very arty, so as much as I have been a terrible mother and denied them over the years they have won out and we have many inspired creations decorating our home.

I am not the mother I dreamed I would be, and at times I feel like I have let myself and my children down. When they started kindergarten I stopped and thought “oh my gosh have I done enough”? “Have I cherished every moment”? “Was I silly to worry about mess”? But the fact is I am a great mum. So what if I want them to stay in bed at night, and so what if I don’t bake cookies after school, or let them paint the walls, I am and always have been there for them.

I make them giggle everyday with my quirky songs, my funny dancing or by making the dog talk to them, I have endless cuddles for them, when they are sick I am there soothing them, I baked them birthday cakes, I have played endless board games, read thousands of books,  and I tell them I love them several times a day. I don’t need to be anyone but their mum, they love me for me, as I love them for them. Being hard on myself is not going to make me a better mum, I am uniquely me, their quirky, loving mum and they are my amazing, funny, talented, craft loving kids, and I wouldn’t change them for the world! I may not be the mother I dreamed I would be, but my kids are awesome anyway!

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