Other mothers were born to be mothers.
Other mothers make the effort to style their hair and do their make-up before the school run in the morning.
Other mothers feed their children olives and humous and seabass. And the kids eat it.
Other mothers iron all their children’s clothes.
Other mothers felt this visceral pull, so much more than mere love, from their newborn child the moment it took it’s first breath.
Other mothers read with their children every day.
Other mothers bath their children every night.
Other mothers have endless patience in the face of toddler tantrums, stroppy six year olds and recalcitrant dogs.
Other mothers cook real food from scratch every night after school.
Other mothers have cars not smothered in the crumbs of cereal left over from the breakfast the children ate in the back on the way to school.
Other mothers don’t wake their children in the dark to get dressed for school.
Other mothers put their phones down when they are with their children.
Other mothers look forward to the school holidays with the joy of someone who gets to spend all day every day with the person they love most in all the land.
Other mothers don’t shout at their children.
Other mothers book dental appointments months in advance.
Other mothers have tidy homes, They have no need to hide stuff in cupboards five minutes before a playdate.
Other mothers don’t swear.
Other mothers don’t steal chocolate from their children’s stash after they go to sleep.
Other mothers have careers and are still amazing mothers.
Other mothers are strong role models for their children.
Other mothers judge.
Other mothers disapprove.
Other mothers don’t make time, give time, to the women that they should understand the best.
Other mothers.
Reading this has pretty much summed up feelings I have been having for sometime and just not been able to vocalise! A brilliant post x
Other mothers don’t exist 🙂
We’re all good mothers in our own way Kelly x
You’re right, nobody’s perfect – the cracks do have to show somewhere. Personally I’d prefer to be the mother staring at the 1000s of raisins on the car floor (and this IS my real life) rather than the one judging others! Sending you a big virtual hug!
That means a lot Nell, thank you!
Hope you are ok Kelly? I think perhaps all mothers feel this way from time to time, I know I certainly do but none of us are perfect because we are all learning as we go along xxx
That’s so kind @MummyMatters. I’m fine but I’ve heard and read a few stories that have made me think.