We have our day, every week. A day free of work, when there are no other requirements upon my time or attention. Our mother and daughter day, when it's just the two of us whiling away the precious minutes and hours.
Okay so maybe the title is a little exaggerated to get your attention, I mean I like attending them, I would just never want one myself... totally backtracking so I still get invited for free cupcakes and Prosecco.
I remember the day we found out we were both pregnant, we began making plans for the future. We soon settled into being the best of pregnancy friends. It was our little secret, a bond between us, as women, as mothers.
Never in my life had I considered that I would be one of "those" mothers who don't get the maternal instinct. If I, who loved children from the moment of still being a child myself, couldn't develop it, what did this mean?
Social media can offer sanity-saving connectedness and support, particularly during the isolated early days of parenthood, but I implore parents to consider carefully what information they make public.
The second thing you need to do is to stop listening to everyone else telling you that you did this, that, or the other thing wrong. You can't change the past (well unless you have a time machine and if you do then I'd love you to give me a call there's a few things I'd like to erase).