Sometimes the tales of parenthood are so outlandish, it leaves the person on the other end thinking maybe you’ve been clinking glasses a little too early in the day but, truly, parenthood is the stuff urban legends are made up of. I mean if you would have told me 6 years ago one day I’d be texting the Daddy to tell him our threenager made an entire box tampons (and a moon 🌑 cup) disappear into thin air or that our darling is driving me insane by wolf whistling over and over for 8 hours straight after keeping me up the entire night before, I wouldn’t have believed it either.
I remember the overwhelming fear that I was going to somehow break this precious piece of perfection the minute those insane doctors allowed me to leave the hospital with my beautiful daughter. My point is that parenting is overwhelming at every age. It never gets easier it only gets different. That’s why we mothers have this mantra, and you might not even realise that it is yours, “Can’t stop, Won’t Stop.” I wish there was morse code for mums we could shine torches out to other mothers in the dead of night like a bat mum rescue signal, or there was some sort of letter we could pin on our chest to signal to other mothers that we are exhausted and overwhelmed and in desperate need of a moment of silence, a nap, a hug or just an ear to listen. Instead, we’re all like the little mom that could…just chugging along, praying, “I think I can, I think I can” hoping to survive until our partner gets home from work. We mark our days by putting out metaphorical fires and surviving one catastrophe to the next. It’s not really living so much as its survival.
But it’s beautifully fun so we carry on without complaints