I probably think a bit too much. Do you do that? I find myself reflecting on life, and what I’ve achieved and where I’m going next. I worry about things I’ve done, things I’ve not done, and things I need to do. All of that is fairly normal, I guess.
One of the things I think about most of all is being a mum. Do we spoil our daughter? Are we firm enough with her? Are we too firm? Will I regret working full time, when she goes to school and we have no choice anymore about how much time we spend with her? I worry about her going to school and being bullied. I worry we don’t brush her teeth thoroughly enough and she’ll end up with fillings. I worry she watches too much TV.
But I also think about how lucky we are. I think back to the pre-parenthood days and can’t remember how we filled our days. Yes, we had lovely long lies and sat around in our pyjamas watching T4, but really, what was the point of any of it?
In the last 12 months or so, I’ve come to the conclusion that ALL that really matters is family. (I know, newsflash…) It matters so much more than anything else – having nice clothes, my job, having a tidy house…
I try not to let memories of being a new mum (ugh, tiredness, anxiety, loneliness…) affect how I feel now. I bloody love being a mum now. But it’s been the biggest, steepest learning curve. Continue reading