I was the first of my generation to become a mother. No friends or family had gone before me, so I had nobody to learn from but the best.
I learned everything there is to know about being a mother from my own mum.
My mum did everything for us. She was always there for us. She cooked, cleaned and tidied up. We didn’t have to do the hoovering or our own washing, because our mum was there to do it for us. That’s just what good mums did.
So that’s what I do. I do everything for my kids and it’s hard. More and more I’m learning that I shouldn’t, that it’s important not only for me, but for their own independence, for them to do things for themselves – make their beds, load or unload the dishwasher, make themselves a simple meal, run the hoover round…
Slowly I am learning that asking my kids to help doesn’t make me a bad mother. It makes me every bit as good a mother as my own mum was. Because, needless to say, my mum was such a good mum that I failed to learn things. Basic things like cleaning and tidying and cooking. To this day, I struggle with all of them. I’m not good at them, yet I’m still there, slaving away, trying to be the best possible mother to my kids and do it all.
Being a mother isn’t easy. But we’re all the best mums we can possibly be. The best mums for our own kids. Some mums do everything for their kids, others encourage their kids to be independent. We are all different, different mums, different kids, different parenting styles.
We do what works for us and our families. Because we are mothers.
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