I have a confession.
It’s just, well, you see,
I spend too much time doing something…
I write, and I blog, and I do it for FUN!
But please keep it secret. I mean. I’m a MUM?
How can I justify spending my time,
Thinking up nonsense and making it rhyme?
It’s just that apparently when I gave birth,
I also dispensed with my sense of self worth?
Where once was career and professional respect,
There’s now just four walls, and the time to reflect.
I’m no longer challenged or monthly appraised,
There isn’t a framework – just tots to be raised.
Their young conversation’s enthralling it’s true.
“Why is it Tuesday?” and “I need a poo!”
And I worship my children, they’re truly my life!
But who the hell was I before “Mum” and “Wife”?
My old social skills slowly spiral the drain,
And I’m left with the fuzz of a baby-wiped brain.
So I take the ideas that swim round in my head,
And capture them all on my laptop instead.
And I share all my waffle with like minded mums,
Who read for 5 minutes between changing bums.
And I read theirs too, as perhaps they’re the same?
And sharing our ramblings might just keep us sane?
And yes, this does take up some time every day.
But is this acceptable?
Is it okay?
Our days are packed solid, we play and we read,
I’m there to respond to their every need.
I take them to playgroups, I don’t watch TV,
But I’m guilty of needing just something for me!
Am I neglectful each time that I write?
Or am I entitled and is it my right?
Is it just something to add to the list?
Of what makes “The Jury of Motherhood” p*ssed?
Those that observe and cast verdict aloud.
With the God-given right to dictate what’s allowed?
Like how we should breastfeed (but not in full view!)
How we should wean, train and discipline too.
Why is it parenthood’s all about blame?
At the end of the day, aren’t we all just the same?
Just doing our utmost to love and provide?
And raising our children to fill us with pride?
Why are we putting ourselves to the test?
Could we maybe accept that we’re doing our best?
And having that moment to write and to read,
Just helps us to manage and fulfills OUR need?
Is the self sacrifice really required?
Or could what we write make our children inspired?
To see what their Mums can reach out and achieve?
To witness ambition and see us believe?
The depth of our words and creativity,
And the strength that we draw from this community.
There’s a time and a place which I need to respect,
But I value the chance just to write and reflect.
And my family comes first – this was never in doubt!
But my blog is my outlet to figure things out.
We’ll treasure our days, make the most of our time,
Share many adventures – which I shall then rhyme!
I’ll capture the memories in my unique way,
And I’ll treasure the words to look back on one day.
I’ll shrug off the mum guilt and say it out loud.
I’m not going to whisper…
I blog and I’m proud!
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