So now I am supposed to be embarrassed to be a mum?
I admit it -- looking after my children ranks way up there (can you see my hands pointing over my head, like I'm reaching over a peak?). Way above my career, my writing, and all that other stuff I do. I may bitch about it, but I love it, and I'm certainly NOT EMBARRASSED ABOUT IT nor do I think it is the "least respected job out there".
Being a mother consumes much of what I write about at the moment ... from the middle of a broken night’s sleep right through to parent teacher conferences and making sure my kids get something green into their bodies. I am OK being in the mummy compartment right now. I don't feel uncomfortable or ill-at-ease being called a mummy. I've been there and done all that other stuff. I may feel different when I am not so deeply entrenched, but for now I'm first and foremost a mother.
Sorry, just needed to vent. I am going to leave you now and go back to shaping my children’s world. I’ll probably blog about it too.
Grrrrrrrr.
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