So what is a 'Strong Mum'? We throw these words around as if it's a description, when in actual fact there doesn't seem to be a way to define the term. I think it's clear that being strong isn't just about lifting weights and eating healthy, there are times when in order to be strong you have to make a tough decision, or be brave when you're scared or juggle multiple activities.
"You've got a great post-baby body" is something I hear quite often. Even saying it, that whole sentence, the acknowledgement that it's actually said - believed in, bought into, vocally endorsed - makes me cringe.
I raised my daughters to be great friends with each other first and foremost, to learn this basic quality that makes us stronger than tempered steel IF we honour our difference. This is truly our real strength, the inane ability to build and grow together.
They provide that choice to cater for the individuality of our children's feet, yet use targeted marketing to pitch specific products to girls or boys not based on their need, but on a very specific set of stereotypes. After all, what has sex or gender really got to do with school shoes, why have two ranges at all?
As parents it's difficult to know how much screen time is too much, but if you're constantly asking yourself 'how do I persuade my teenager to turn off Snapchat and have a conversation?', then it's probably time to moderate their usage.
There is no question in my mind that the government's strategy doesn't go nearly far enough but it also seems to assume that parents have no interest in making changes for their children's health and it needs to be society that forces change upon them.
Results day can be a nerve-wracking experience for many young people, many of whom will queue up at school and face an anxious wait to find out how they've done in their exams before they can think about the next stage in their education.
You make it to the car with no scrapes - your food shopping has all fallen out of the bags, you have rice cakes stuck in your hair and you can't find your keys... but you're free, you've made it and you are on the home stretch.
If they can see us achieving and being proud of those achievements, they will want to mimic us. If they watch us being able to accept a compliment gracefully, they will learn to smile and say thank you when someone tells them how wonderful they are.
Maybe I'm over-sensitive or too vain about my mum- tum, ugh, I hate the phrase even. You will never find me doing the whole standing proudly in my knickers taking selfies, proudly declaring allegiance to my body. Although, I like it when others have the courage to do it.
As a feminist, I used to talk about the abilities and powers of women, our right to education, access to the professions and about equal pay. Of course, all these things still matter to me. But something I had neglected before I became a mother was the birthing room. I was too busy talking about the boardroom.
Children should be able to understand that feelings such as stress and worry are totally normal and are experienced by many others too. As well as being aware of the various issues they may experience, it's also incredibly important that children know how to access help in order to deal with those issues before they become deep-rooted.
Parents should encourage a shift from valuing ownership of objects to valuing how we can use them. We must help our children be less precious about what is 'mine' and 'yours', and be more comfortable with 'ours'.
I got absolutely no sympathy from my mother whenever I complained about her grandchildren. She would remind me with a smug grin that I was even worse. "You were a hundred times worse, Jac," she would say cheerily.
Most men always note my daughter's superhero t-shirts. The reactions vary. Most think it's cool. Some are jealous ("My wife would never let me dress my daughter in that"), but others are incredulous.
Working motherhood is relentless. It is always feeling as if you are failing either your company or your children. It is spreading yourself thin and picking your battles. In short, it is nothing like a 1980's sitcom would have us believe.
I quietly leave the room (neither of them had even noticed I was there anyway) and start to wonder about our nanny. Was it really such a good idea employing him in the first place? He's taken over our family. We all vie for his attention and have stopped taking notice of each other. I need to reclaim control.
One thing I think is true of parents who raise children with special needs and disabilities is the constant effort to do what is best for your child and sometimes these decisions can upset the normal routines and daily life.