Do you know how many times a week I see mums/dads posting cute little pictures of their offspring and they’re beaming with love for them? ALL the time. I do it too, I mean don’t all us mums and dads do it? Cause yes we love our children.
However…
We would be lying if we said parenting looked like that all the time.
You could look at all the pictures I post of my 4 year old and think “gosh he loves the camera” you’d be wrong. Before that “perfect” photo there was a melt down about having his face cleaned for the photo, or mum telling him – no you cannot make another angry face for a photo because I’ve already taken 736373 of your angry face – could you PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD GIVE ME A SMILE!!! But do we know that when we see the photo? Of course not.
I’d love to see more of the actual side of parenting – the real side.
Like you know when your crotch goblin decides they want to run around the house with nothing but socks on 5 minutes before your due to leave the house, or when you’ve prepared the meal THEY’VE asked for ALL day and they don’t even touch it. Show me some of that stuff. Let’s laugh about it, cause if we don’t laugh we will cry.
Today I had a great parenting moment when I was faced with just a smaller male version of myself. To cut a long story short the weather has been great lately and my 4 year old has been loving every minute in the garden with our dog, but today he decided to also take her bowls into the garden. Once I had realised I politely asked him if he could bring me them inside – at that very moment he ran right over to get them – brilliant today he is helping me and not fighting me. EH WRONG. He comes running back (WITHOUT THE DOG BOWL) up the garden repeating “no chance, no chance” to which I ask what’s the matter and his reply was “there’s a beastie on it, no chance”. Moral of the story is – it’s a line I say all the time, but this time it was used against me.
Do any of us actually realise like when we decide we’d love to have a baby, that we’re creating a miniature version of ourselves? Cause I definitely didn’t think about that..
I have an absolutely horrific attitude – I am not afraid to admit that. I’m stubborn and I’m a narky cow. I pretty much need a BEWARE sign from day to day, so catch me on my monthlies and you’d be better running the opposite direction I’m afraid. So all my lovely habits are now my sons lovely habits, and one attitude challenging the same attitude under one roof = messy.
Parenting can be an absolute shit storm at times. So why do we hide it? We’re not perfect, so what. Not a parent on this planet is. But want to know the best part? We’re all winging this together. We’re all just as bloody clueless as the next.
But if there’s one thing for certain – there ain’t no better job in the world than being a parent – I mean as long as you can handle a mini me.
Love
One seriously imperfect mumma x
The Sinclair Family 