I know that many people are fed up of hearing the same old rhetoric from Mummy Bloggers. Hearing people say that there is a limitation in the content we can write irritates me. Most of us realise that we are never going to be superstar bloggers. That's not why we do it.
What encompasses a good enough mother seems to be someone who tries again despite failure - just like all those inspirational memes that flood your Facebook feed every day. So, it sounds like Winnicott has basically described each and every parent that I know
I admit, I miss the income I once had. I would like to make a greater contribution to the household budget. This, however, is partly down to the age of our children. Our youngest daughter starts school next year and I see light at the end of the tunnel. Until that time, I am quite happy with how things are. My wife is free to concentrate on her career while I have taken on the main responsibility for looking after the children.
Jeremy, it is admirable that you have taken up the 'women's' issue. It is necessary for women's position in society to be free from discrimination and for equality of opportunity and treatment to be the norm. However, what is missing is the recognition of equality of worth for those who work, unwaged, outside the paid economy.
With talk of houmous and gluten free this and that, Bad Moms is the most American, middle class depiction of motherhood but as long as you know this before seeing it, you'll enjoy it. Thankfully, Kunis' beautiful, mesmerising, gigantic eyes are enough to distract you from the filo pastry thin plot and lack of gags.
It's true (and completely normal) to think the world is against us whilst we're growing up but no matter how hard life may get for us, there's always one person who will remain our biggest fan. Mum. It doesn't matter how tall you grow or how old you get, she will always look at you with pride in her eyes and love in her heart.
Being a parent is a huge responsibility and one that as women instead of mercilessly judging and 'mother bashing' one another, we need to work together to be more sympathetic of. I'm not ashamed to publicly out myself as a 'happy' working mother. It's my choice and one I hope to continue with.
There seems to be a sort of unwritten code among parents that I was loosely aware of when Mouse was born, but of which I am now monumentally thankful ...
Why are women not too embarrassed to show your genitals to a beauty therapist but are able to put up with the discomfort of waxing, but so embarrassed they can't go to the doctor and talk about the lump they've found in their vulva or the fact they're bleeding after sex?
Getting pregnant at 18 didn't mean my life was over. It meant that I get to live life with Reuben. Of course I spend most of my time doing all of the dinosaur and Fireman Sam related activities but I also still do everything I used to... but I do everything with Reuben. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
There's a moment in every woman's life where she realises that she's turning into her mother. Mine happened when I became a mum. I'm sure the baton was passed to me during childbirth while I was pumped up to the clouds on opiates. It may explain why I swore to the midwife when she refused me an epidural for the umpteenth time because it was "too late".
Moms I'd Like to Follow: Yes, I'll follow Kim on Instagram because she and Kanye are fricking hilarious. I'll dance to Fergie's music, shake my ass around the kitchen and, once a quarter, on the dancefloor. But Fergie's sweaty pseudo-feminism and its accompanying Instagram account? #unfollow
The take home message of any breastfeeding promo shouldn't seek to make mothers feel there is only one route. Simply put by Geraldine Miskin, author of Breastfeeding Made Easy, you have to bare in mind "it isn't always easy but all mums can do is their best, so they shouldn't be hard on themselves".
I'm stronger than I ever believed and I have come out the other side more patient, empathetic and open minded than I was before. I also have two wonderful boys who came through it with me and for that I am eternally thankful.
You've just had a baby. You are exhausted, bleeding, weeping and feeling like your fanjo may never be the same again. In your arms lies a small, pink and delicious babe that makes your heart burst with an indescribable mixture of love and utter terror.
A few days ago I overheard a dad tell his little boy "stop crying, you sound like a girl"; it got me thinking about how women are portrayed and, more specifically, what lessons am I teaching my son in my role as a "fit mum"? Here are the things I am striving to ALWAYS tell my son and any other child who knows me and my family: