I'm sure it would entice more people to read the post had I titled it 'To The People Who Don't Include My Son - FUCK YOU' as it seems that everyone wants to read the hard luck story, but I am going to try and counterbalance some of those heartbreaking accounts you have heard of.
No one tells you that one of the many feelings you will get from becoming a parent is the over whelming guilt through almost everything that goes on in your week. It may sound odd, and to those without children it will sound insane, but I personally feel guilt more than any other emotion on some days
After a long time of getting nowhere, trying to sift through hundreds of posts on Facebook groups and having unsuccessful searches on out-dated websites, one day I thought, hang on, I'm a web designer - why don't I just make a free co-parent site?
When my boys are grown and no longer wish for my company, when instead it's me desperate to spend a little one on one time with them will I look back and wish I had cherished those moments when my babies were mine and mine alone?
My husband and I are living a life of borrowed time (literally) grabbing a few hours where we can and relying on caffeine and sugary awfulness to see us to the end of each day. We've found ourselves squabbling over who's had more sleep and completely losing the plot if one of us dares to yawn on shift,
Sometimes you just need to escape; to momentarily forget; to focus on something away from changing a nappy; or running your life around appointments; or mowing the garden; or doing the calculations to see whether you need to work an additional shift at your other job this month.
I won't lie, there is a certain feeling of monotony about my days, but no more than before M's arrival (again... what did I do with my time?!). But I guess the monotony means we've done it... we've made the transition into our new normal. I was worried about the pressure of working full time and being a devoted mummy. And it is indeed a big pressure.....
For me, school is a significant milestone and another one of those doses of reality that pop up once in a while to remind you that life isn't quite straight forward - like birthdays, Christmas and important hospital appointments.
I have come to realise that since I have jumped into the fabulous world which is motherhood, I no longer give a sh*t. By this I mean, I've become immune to that feeling of wanting to be swallowed up by a hole in the floor. I no longer gush with flushed cheeks at a quirky comment.
As scientists, we've studied microbes that cause diseases for many years, and we understand how important it is for children to be exposed to a diverse array of bacteria. But as parents, knowing all that we know, it still hasn't been easy to make decisions regarding microbial exposure.
The reality is that our system of child protection relies overwhelmingly on volunteers. Foster carers provide homes for three out of every four children and young people in care. In return, they receive no salary but are compensated through allowances based on the number of children they care for and their special needs.
What I am is a mother and in that split second I saw someone potentially laughing and pointing at my own son or daughter in ten years time and my instinct to protect those who are perhaps a little more vulnerable than others just kicked in.
Back then, The Unsung Mum was full of joy from having The Baby but that didn't last long. Once at home, The Unsung Mum started feeling a bit odd. See, like everyone, she'd heard of post-natal depression, but didn't actually know what it was.
Yup. I'm aware I've already shared my potty training disasters with you. Sorry about that, but as any blogger will know, I have to work with what I have. And what I currently have in abundance are stories about wee.
Most children's experience of divorce will depend on how their parent's perceive their own situation. It is sometimes possible to separate with compassion, amicability and with a loving belief that, as author Bryon Katie says, "If I lose anyone or anything, I've been spared."
Adjusting to your off-spring fleeing the nest and moving into university halls of residence is tough. Any parent that tells you that they have never thought of doing any of the following is either lying or hiding the fact that they have actually done several! I decline to reveal exactly how many have crossed my mind!
The thing is, once we're in a position where sex might be a possibility i.e. in a quiet house with children either sleeping or not present, I start to think about how late it is or how the kids could wake up any second and wouldn't it be awful if we were in the middle of something if they did?
We tend to forget that the internet was built for adults, but it is children who have inherited it and who will drive it into the future. As a parent, it was frightening to know that my children had the technical know-how to search online from a young age.