Judgement. I've heard this word so much since becoming a mum, and have often felt that other women think I'm judging them. That they think I'm some kind of supermum who has it all sorted, and by default that means I look down at what they do.
Fundamentally, I think being honest about motherhood means accepting women of all shapes, sizes and looks can give birth, without putting a label on what a 'real' mum looks like. A real mum is a woman who looks after her child and if she does that looking flipping fantastic or does it wearing yesterday's mascara then who are we to judge?
According to the Conservative Party manifesto the 15 hours a week currently available to children following their third birthday is going to be doubled to 30 hours from 2017.
It is a myth that C-sections are the easy way out. Maybe if people stopped making birth a big test of motherhood and defining the experience by pain and endurance, perhaps women wouldn't be scared into booking elective caesareans.
The first time my one-year-old daughter rejected me made my eyes well up. The tears rose as quickly as my heart thudded to the ground. My daughter didn't want me. She wanted her grandmother.