Posted By:Cover me! I'm going in! | At:Sunday, September 01, 2013
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Today is Father's
Day, and probably a timely moment to talk about what life is like as a sole
parent. Not as a single parent who
shares parenting responsibilities with an ex partner (and I'm not for one
second pretending that is without it's difficulties), but a sole parent where
the child's other parent, for whatever reason, is not part of the equation.
I've been a sole
parent since very early on in my pregnancy. How that came about is a long story
but the fact remains that, not by my choosing,
the First Mate and I have been on our own from day one.
Being a sole parent
is hard. Is it necessarily harder than being any other type of parent? I
couldn't tell you because I don't know any different. But this gig is tough and
I'm always on the hunt for ways to make it easier.
You often hear
single parents talk about having to be both Mum and Dad to their kids. It's
very common for well meaning people to bestow their pity upon me for having to
play both roles to my son.
And for several
years that's exactly how I felt. As though I had to try and be two different
people, bring the same amount of love, energy, time, money, fun, attention,
discipline, knowledge and resources into my household that two parents would be
able to provide.
And I failed.
Because it's
impossible.
I am only one
person.
And while I'm busy
trying to split myself down the middle to be best father to First Mate that I
can be, I'm only able to be half the mother I need to be.
So at some point, I
made the decision to stop trying to be a father. I will never, ever be able to
do that. Ever.
But I can be a
mother. First Mate deserves a whole
mother, not half of one. And I deserve
to just be me, not half of me and half of some else. Because, believe me,
that's exhausting.
So, to all the sole
parents out there, give yourself permission to just be one person. It will help
you become whole. xxx
Posted By:Cover me! I'm going in! | At:Sunday, September 01, 2013
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I love markets.
I mean, I LUUUURVE
markets. Barely a weekend goes by that I don't visit some kind of market, fair,
stall or bazaar.
There is something
about food, crafts and good old trash
'n' treasure that brings the community converging into a melting pot of culture
and language. Professions and socio-economic status don't apply as we collectively
fill a bag of snow peas for $1.99.
There is something
about being at the markets that makes people happy. Everyone you meet has a
smile on their face and an interesting story to tell.
I don't know if it's the aroma from the coffee van mixed with
freshly cooked gyoza……
I don't know if it's
the stunning vibrant colours at every twist and turn…..
Perhaps it's that
crisp, instantly recognisable but indescribable smell of fresh fruit and
vegetables…..
What ever it is,
there is something about this assault on the senses that has the power to make
this battle weary mum think she can handle anything!
Posted By:Cover me! I'm going in! | At:Thursday, August 08, 2013
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When you first laid
eyes on your first born child did you get that overwhelming sense of undeniable
love and adoration? Did you feel that you were suddenly made whole and that
nothing could ever be as perfect as that little person they placed on your chest?
When you brought them home from the hospital did you spend hours watching them,
holding them, not wanting to let them out of your sight? Did you, despite the
sleepless nights, just know that motherhood was the most amazing thing you had
ever experienced in your whole entire life?
No, me neither.
This is how
motherhood was sold to me. And to you too I bet. It's natural, it's beautiful.
Yes, it's hard, but it's so rewarding and as soon as you meet your baby you
will fall in such deep love that it will all be worth it. And the 3 am
screaming, the pooplosions, the vomiting would all be forgotten every time you
see your baby smile.
Well nearly 7 years on, I'm still waiting to experience
this promised euphoria. And I don't think I'm the only one.
It is such a taboo
in our culture to admit you don't readily take to being a mother. From such a
young age we are bombarded with romantic
ideas that Motherhood comes naturally to you simply because you happen
to be born a woman. That once the baby arrives, you will instinctively know
what to do and how to handle every surreal parenting situation that should
arise.
And who are the
worst perpetrators of perpetuating this fallacy?
Other women.
I call this the
Sunshine, Lollipops and Rainbows Effect.
Men don't talk up
parenthood. You don't hear new dads saying to their friends "Mate, you so
have to have baby. Seriously dude, it's the most amazing thing you'll ever do
with your life. Just get her pregnant, don't worry about it man. When the baby comes,
you'll just instinctively know how to be a good dad."
It doesn't happen.
But women, they will
crap on until they are blue in the face about how wonderfully blissful it is to
be a mother. How fulfilled their life is now. How they were nothing until they
had that baby.
But have you ever
tried admitting to another woman that you are struggling as a mum? That you
haven't bonded with your baby? That you don't particularly draw any fulfilment
out of this Motherhood caper? Well I have. And with the exception of my village
(see this post), the response I generally get is that of shock, disapproval and
such looks that I wondered if I had sprouted horns and a tail that I hadn't
noticed.
You can't say that.
You just don't talk about those kinds of things. Motherhood is Sunshine,
Lollipops and Rainbows remember? Everyone else says so. Everyone else loves
being a mother. Everyone else must be right. And I must be doing something
wrong.
And even if someone
feels the same way, chances are, she'll be too scared to admit it.
So ladies, we need
to start talking about this. To each other. We need to stop perpetuating the
fallacy and start having honest dialogue. Motherhood is hard. There was a 16th
Century English Philosopher, Thomas Hobbes, who said that life is "solitary,
poor, nasty, brutish and short". I think we can apply that to Motherhood…
minus the short part :-) Yes, there are
many women who relish Motherhood and roll around in it like the proverbial pig
in you-know-what. But I think there would be equal numbers of women who feel
lost, lonely, regretful, overwhelmed and very detached from the screaming
bundle of 'joy' writhing around in front of them. And if they dare speak up about how they are
feeling, instead of receiving the support they are so desperately crying out
for, they are treated like lepers and cast out by their own kind.
The sisterhood
really needs to step it up on this issue. Let's start talking about the good and the bad. The easy and the difficult. The fun and
the heartbreaking. Let's be equally open about our mistakes, our downfalls, our
fears and failures when it comes to Motherhood . Not to focus on the negative
but to bring the balance back to realistic. If a woman is struggling with being
a mother, she shouldn't need to feel ashamed or embarrassed, she should feel
empowered to share her worries with a fellow mum. She shouldn't be treated as
though she is unfeeling or unworthy, rather guided with compassion and
understanding.
I know there will be
ladies reading this who feel the same way as me. To you I say, you are not
alone. You are not heartless. You are not less of a woman. You are not a bad
mother. What you are doing is bloody hard. And if reading my post makes you
feel just a little less lonely, a little less overwhelmed or a little more
confident, then that is Sunshine, Lollipops and Rainbows to me!
