New YummyMummyBeauty columnist Louise – who runs her own blog – www.mama is a tiger.co.uk – takes us through the highs and lows of being a mum.
She has two kids and a wicked sense of humour and an ability to make us laugh no matter what she is talking about.
Why it’s all worth it
Yes, my four-year-old reduced me to a blubbering wreck when home from her friend’s house, she told me she had missed me. Not two hours previously, I had been doing a wee Highland fling to celebrate both cubs on play-dates.
A few blissful hours to myself which I, of course, spent part of in Aldi, stocking up for the weekend. My cubs can eat. But the rest of it was spent in one-on-one time with Netflix because, goddammit, I’m worth it
Free time is very rare when you’re a parent. Even rarer when you’re a single parent. If raising children is a marathon, for those doing it on their own, it’s an ultra, that feat of endurance that boggles the mind of most mere mortals.
It is exhausting at times and can feel like the most thankless task. Cooking, cleaning, washing, ironing, homework, dancing – it’s action-packed, that’s for sure. The machine-gun “Mum! Mum! Mum!” calls come thick and fast and you can find yourself in the kitchen, hanging on to the work surface, utterly overwhelmed before 9am.
No wonder I write, it’s way cheaper than therapy.
But the golden moments more than make up for the grunt work you put in.
The little hand slipped into yours at the school gate despite the presence of their friends.
Secrets and fears shared without prodding on the walk to school, a reminder that they love, trust and need you so.
The swell of pride in your chest when they achieve in school or out, when someone remarks on kindness displayed.
A cuddle in bed in the morning or my favourite nocturnal activity, watching them for a few minutes while they sleep, tucking in the covers so they are warm and safe.
We have to keep those feelings at the forefront of our minds, keep looking at the big picture. Because it is hard work and I’m not sure it ever ends. You don’t just get them to 18 and pack them off, saying “Right, have a nice life! Keep in touch!”
No, it doesn’t work like that. Every battle they have is yours, every hurt cuts you as deep. And every accomplishment, however small, makes your heart feel fit to burst.
I wish my parents were still around because I’d love to say thank you to them. And I get it, finally, everything they did for us.
It may be a trying task at times, but boy, are kids worth it.