A subtle change has happened, since I morphed into a mum.
And sometimes I don’t recognise the woman I’ve become?
I half suspect I’m past it now, and question it a lot,
And wonder if I’ve got “it” still?
Concluding – I have not.
For instance, not too long ago..
I uttered “bants” at work.
My twenty something colleague thus assumed I’d gone berserk.
I wandered into New Look for a voucher for my niece,
Then rushed back out before the staff could call the style police.
I’m sure I once did have “it”, way back in the olden days?
I ponder this whilst checking out some new fandangled craze.
I’ve strutted into ‘nightclubs’ and I’ve thrown my greatest moves,
Considered chugging Jager-bombs whilst twerking with the ‘youves’!
I ought to just accept that I no longer am on trend,
But in my head I’m still eighteen, and so I just pretend.
But even just the thought of it now makes me need a snooze,
And truthfully I’d rather be at home in comfy shoes.
The concept of a hangover just makes me want to cry.
I didn’t even notice that my January was dry?
I’ll sit in garden centres with a coffee and a scone,
Then just to keep things current I’ll do Insta on my phone.
I’m “down” with Social Media and almost speak Snapchat
Though when it comes to twitter I’m a bit more of a *whispers*… tw@t?
I’m quite on board with Hygge but that too is kind of fake,
And not because I’m with it, but because I quite like cake.
I love a Yankee Candle just to help create a mood,
I’ve had a bash at quinoa and I’ve spiralised some food.
Though non-fat soy chai lattes I’m afraid are not for me.
I’d rather have a hob nob and a lovely cup of tea.
But working in the city is an urban trending race.
I chase it in stilettos and just end up on my face.
I try to get my diva on and clutch my travel cup,
Whilst wading through commuters and attempting to keep up.
It’s such a huge transition from the person I’ve become,
The boo-boo kissing, bottom wiping, snug and frumpy mum.
My offspring as a rule are rather tricky to impress,
As far as being ‘with it’ goes, my two could not care less.
And so I don’t know why I try to cling on to my past,
But sadly all these fudging years fly by so fudging fast!
I figure it’s an age thing so I’ll carry on #pretrending,
My quest to still be with “it” shall alas be never ending!
This post originally featured on the fabulous Meet Other Mums blog page, for whom I am proud to be a regular blogger.