Since Emily was born so many things have happened. Amazing things, wonderful things, crazy things. It’s been a brilliant journey and we’re only 15 months in. The past 15 months has flown by at a ridiculous rate. How did we make it through this time without killing each other? But although there’s been moments, it’s been the best. Well done Sam and I for not killing each other, ha. So much for us as adults, as parents and so much in Emily’s little life has happened. Don’t get me wrong, my 9 months of pregnancy was pretty amazing, but fast forward a year and so much more has happened, it’s just been awesome. But there is one thing I’ve learnt since Emily was born and I really need to get it off my chest.
You become a mother with the silent hope that you too can join in with your mum friends and get the conversations about pregnancy, formula feeding or breastfeeding and more, instead you’ve entered a world of bitchy, judgemental and biased views by parents, manly mums, who are just a world away from what I expected. It starts from the moment you find out you’re pregnant, how much you weigh, what you ate, who threw up the most, who ate more of what or less of the other, right to the moment you give birth – who pooped in labour, who had the longest labour, who cried, who had an epidural, who pushed out their baby the quickest. This continues to every, and I mean every God damn conversation.
Emily started eating solids 17 weeks, some say too young, others were quick to judge my parenting skills, and I think 2 out of all my friends, were supportive. And even though Emily has been up and down with food since the moment I weaned her thanks to friggin teeth cutting through, mums have had a say on how much better their kid is at doing certain things compared to Emily. It’s crazy that something so wonderful in your own child’s life, becomes a topic of competitive bullshit instead.
It doesn’t stop. Even st 15 months and I mentioned on Facebook how Emily is starting to say a few words, copying them off the Minions movie, and people texting to say well she should be saying X words now or “my child is speaking 9 words.” Sadly, it just doesn’t stop at all. Your child grows up, and right along with it passive-aggressive comments, unnecessary suggestions and other various forms of bullshit comes to light how little Charlie or Delilah is doing better and yours isn’t. It’s bullocks.
I honestly couldn’t give two shits if your kid shits glitter, can climb Mount Everest and speak 13 different languages by the age of 2, well done, but my daughter is doing just fine. At the end of the day, all of her incredible milestones are part of her amazing adventure and frankly it’s none of your business what she does, how she does it or if she’s not doing it to your standards. It’s really pathetic and childish, there I said it. I suppose some parents are convinced their kids are the best, when really they aren’t. Parents should be enjoying every moment not comparing what their kids do with others. I know, it happens, it will always happen, from bump to grandchildren but it’s not needed. Is it?
I don’t get involved and I won’t. Being a parent is bloody wonderful. It has its ups and downs but every parent feels that – it’s tiring, it’s fun, it’s challenging and it’s different. But note to all mothers who are reading this post and convincing themselves that they don’t do it, maybe back it up a bit. Yeah your kid is great and it’s great to be their cheerleader, but some mums don’t wanna hear how amazing your kid is every moment. Well done you. But enough.