As Mother’s Day approaches this weekend, I have been thinking a great deal about my mothering journey. I have now been parenting for 28 years. My children’s ages range from 28yrs to nearly 18yrs. This means I have parented during the time of dial up internet (Club Penguin was cool) and no smart phones, and then parented the last 2 children through the scary space of navigating the use of smart phones and internet access everywhere.
In my career I have been fortunate to have had opportunities to work with and learn from some amazing psychologists and child behavioural experts. So many times, in my parenting journey, I have looked back and wished that I had known then at the start of my journey, what I know now. I would have done some things differently in raising my children. However, I did the best I could with the knowledge I had at the time, and I take comfort in believing that I did some things well in amongst the days that didn’t go so well or didn’t feel so easy. I have loved being a Mum and continue to love being a ‘flawed’ Mum. There is no such thing as a perfect parent.
There have always been elements of pressure on new parents, however, I currently look at younger parents around me, and I am astounded at how much pressure they appear to be under to meet some crazy standard of perfection. Given this is a Mother’s Day post I am going to speak to the Mums. I am not sure who decided, that through the birthing process you instantly gained the wisdom of, Solomon or maybe Yoda, but I would suggest you stay away from people who think like that.