I think there is definitely an immense amount of satisfaction and serenity we can all feel when we let go of our envy of others and concentrate on ourselves and what makes us fabulous. After all, envy is one of the seven deadly sins… so why do we practice it so regularly? I have fallen victim to the envy of others, and definitely jealousy to a certain extent, and have found it awfully debilitating and completely counter productive to achieving our dreams. When you let go of comparison and turn it into admiration you can embrace yourself and who you are and therefore find your own path to your passions.
Ok so its the unspoken entity that visits us every month; it hangs over us like a shadow just waiting to make its arrival known in true hammer horror style. The Period. If it is completely normal and a monthly occurrence (thats pretty damn frequent) why is it so under wraps and so ‘hush hush’? Men tend to get all ‘icky’ when it is mentioned and when we are younger we are made to feel like it is a slightly, verging on, shameful entity. I think there was an advert for a film that I recently saw that showed a family telling the daughter to not talk about her ‘menstrual cycle’ and she was attempting to try and normalise it with them, and the son in particular. Personally I have, weirdly, grown to totally embrace the coming of ‘that’ time of the month and here’s my reasons why I think you should too.
So you want to know how to banish the stabbing Mom Guilt with some easy peasy and uplifting tips? I know we’ve all been there; we all as Mothers feel that horrifying pang of self doubt and guilt that we are not doing the best we can or that we are not doing things right. But what is ‘right’ and what is our ‘best’? Is it the ‘perfect Mummy’ image that we see so often plastered around television and magazines? Is it that we feel we don’t spend enough time with our children and we feel guilty for being working Mums or, god forbid, wanting some time to ourselves, going to work or wanting to eat our dinner/drinking our tea while it is still hot!? Parenting is super tough… it is hands down one of the toughest things about being human; bringing another life into the world and then teaching them everything you know and trying to ensure they are the very best human being they can possibly be. Thats an awful lot of pressure on us SO… *waves magic wand* here are some tips to save yourself from the guilt that plagues us all as Mothers.
I have previously mused, if you will, about my quandary with the whole ‘working Mom’ thing as I believe that we are pulled in all sorts of directions and made to believe and also made to feel guilty with all sorts of ‘Motherhood’ ideals. In one instance the government seem to want us to work and we undoubtedly get judged for being Stay at home Moms’ by the general public… then on the other hand we are not given the chance to work in some instances as we are not deemed ‘flexible’ enough or wanting a firm ‘career’. As Mother Pukka has awesomely campaigned in an ongoing trail blaze, it is the employers that need to be flexible. Her ‘Flex Appeal’ campaign has brought widespread media attention and even the ante ion of the government. You go girl! I feel though, that the flexibility of society is needed also in the corners that we think would be supportive of the working mother, the NHS. Yes… Im going there. Is society, and the NHS, really built for working Moms?
Over the past few months we have been struggling to encourage the little prince to indulge in his afternoon snooze, which has been quite frustrating and to be honest due to the time of year we put it down to Christmas. Eating habits tend to shift over the festive period and we figured clearly it was affecting his sleeping schedule (bed time was proving a little more trying than usual too) and it would soon get back into routine once Christmas had relinquished the normality of everyday. But alas… we were wrong. It seems that ‘nap time’ has faded just like the baubles and hoards of wrapping paper; it seems that ‘nap time’ was slowly becoming grown out of. Farewell nap time, you have served me well.
Motherhood can be a very lonely existence without the right support networks; I have rambled on before about how integral I feel it is to find your Mama clan and hold them tight. But sometimes you can’t always be wth them and you, god forbid, might actually need to venture out of your home solo with your child. Be it to do the food shop, to go grab a bite to eat, even just to get some fresh air for the two ( or however large your brood) of you. So why when we are actually attempting to do normal, everyday tasks and culture our children by taking them out of the house do we get made to feel hideous if they make the slightest noise or decide they want to have a wander instead of sitting absolutely, statuesquely still and silent?