How to be a proper mother

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Some mornings I wake up, often with a baby big toe wedged between my teeth, and think, I’m going to do that proper mothering today. I’m going to be creative and patient and nurturing, and do singing, and point to things in the sky and on the floor and repeat words over and over and over again without getting mindlessly bored and checking Facebook on my phone. I’m going to be exciting and playful and sit on the rug doing jigsaws.

I’m going to bake, glorious baked items that are sugar free and full of goodness. I’m going to stick Sonny in his high chair so I can show him how I measure out (whole-wheat) flour and (free range) eggs and (fair-trade) sugar, beating and whisking like a catering version of Mary Poppins, magically producing something steaming and wonderful moments later from the oven.

I’m going to push Sonny around the supermarket and name every single thing I drop in the trolley, and when he gets bored and whingy, I’m not going to run to the crisp aisle and rip open a placating bag of ready salted, then pretend not to notice when soggy crisps hit the nice clean floor.

I’m going to mash things, organic things I think, into digestible, healthy mush, and I’m not going to be offended or angry when it’s used as an alternative interpretation of acrylic paint, smeared with the abstract creativity of a baby Mark Rothko across my kitchen wall.

If it’s a day off work, and just me and Sonny at home, I’m not going to have a lunchtime sleep when he does. I’m going to put him down for his nap and use that hour productively, to iron, hoover, clean, prepare the dinner, do exercise, pair socks up, write a shopping list, juice some fruit and veg, water the plants, fold stuff.

If faced with the misfortune of a nappy that’s the wrong type of soggy, I’m NOT going to cry.

When I start feeling a bit tired towards the end of the day, and a couple of quiet, back to back Postman Pats would take preference over even a private viewing of the next Twilight film, in Robert Patterson’s house, wedged between Robert Patterson and Taylor Launtner, I’m instead going to embrace the feeling of crumbly limbs and shin splints, the physiological stretch marks of a Mum-dun-good. I’ll have a coffee and perhaps knock back a few pro plus and we’ll do some playing, some colouring, some play-doh-ing. I’ll keep going until Sonny’s bedtime, where I’ll absolutely not choose his shortest story book and skip most of the pages.

As I remove the foot from my face, and roll out of bed, I know absolutely that I’ll do all of these things. I bounce into the kitchen and note, with mild irritation, that the walls are still coated in insane sweet potato art works.

I’ll stand on a zoo animal, the flamingo, the one with the most pointy bits. I’ll remember I’ve not been shopping so we’ve got no eggs, free range or normal range – and no cereal either so I’ll give Sonny a Nutrigrain or similar sugar stuffed substitute.

And as the threat of a headache competes with the dull pounding of footache, I’ll grab Sonny and we’ll hit the couch, with me counting down the hours until lunchtime when we can go back to sleep.

‘It’s the thought that counts Sonny’- I’ll tell him, as we settle down to watch CBeebies. And I’ll let the guilt settle when his jammy fingers climb up my face to give me a cuddle. Because whatever I think of my own mothering skills, he seems to think I do proper mothering quite well.

Post Author: Kelly

I'm Kelly and I like sleeping, lying down, resting relaxing and reclining. Sadly I don't indulge in most of these cherished past times anymore because they have been replaced with the domestic chaos that comes with having a 3 year old boy, a husband with the mind of a 3 year old boy, and a baby bump due for arrival this November. I feel guilty a lot about more or less every parenting decision I take, and find that blogging about the guilt can often help you realise that, although you haven't managed to get even one carrot into you child's mouth in 3 years of trying, you are usually doing your best for your kids. Share my guilt! Read my posts! Thank you, Kelly. x

9 thoughts on “How to be a proper mother


    (September 2, 2012 - 9:08 am)

    I love this 🙂


    (September 2, 2012 - 11:16 am)

    This is so cute!!!!!


    (September 2, 2012 - 11:16 am)

    This is so cute!!!!!

    Lisa Nolan

    (September 2, 2012 - 4:26 pm)

    Spoken like a TRUE MOM! Our youngsters don’t know we are being imperfect moms! And a cuddle beats organic mash and day of the week!


    (September 2, 2012 - 4:44 pm)

    Thanks girls. My husband is currently ‘reading’ him a book- this involves sitting with him and the iPad whilst a computerised lady reads ‘3 Little Pigs’. All Ed has to do is make sure it doesn’t run out of battery. Proper parenting! x


    (September 2, 2012 - 4:47 pm)

    Ahhhh, LOVE this…especially as I am 8 months preggo and have a VERY active 3 yr old boy.


    (September 2, 2012 - 11:02 pm)

    I must be doing SOMETHING right when both sides of this sound like things I do!
    I didn’t have a CHOICE but to make homemade foods, she was allergic to whatever ALL jarred baby foods have in common!!! We even tried organic foods…I gave up and bought a Baby Bullet. But I see nothing wrong with Nutrigrain bars…she loves to smear them in her hair while watching Yo Gabba Gabba! Besides, she doesn’t like eggs! Bacon, on the other hand…
    I love to color, play with blocks, do play dough and especially read with her! She’s 2 now and reads to ME most of the time! I DID read everything I touched, to her and I STILL point out all the things in the world that I can!
    I love to bake but I do NOT do sugar free OR butter free…they are NOT the enemy…overindulgence is! I should know, fatty that I am! LOL
    I DO use her nap time to fold laundry and make dinner. They are my 2 favorite things to do anyway (hate me much?)! Besides, if I don’t, I won’t be able to play with her when she gets up!!!
    Realistically, I HURT!!! All the time. I have a bad back, bad shoulder, bad hip and carrying her for 9 months BLEW my knees!!! Seriously, I had to have surgery when she was 3 months old! I have days I can hardly MOVE until the pain meds (which I try to not take) kick in!
    If it KILLS me, she will NEVER know how much keeping up with her hurts me! I HATE not being able to run with her but she doesn’t seem to know I can’t.
    We focus on the moment, not the day…that way, if I fall asleep in the chair while she’s playing…it’s okay. Unless I wake up with a ball point tattoo…AGAIN! My little artist! LOL

    As long as we all live on hugs, kisses, tickles and giggles…we all must be doing something right!!!


    (September 3, 2012 - 12:19 am)

    This was so heartwarming. Yeah, my kids haven’t touched a vegetable in the last two days…but they know they’re loved. I’m right there with ya!


    (September 8, 2012 - 6:58 pm)

    Such a sweet post. It’s okay to not be a supermom as long as you are there for your child and your child is loved which is clearly the case in your home. =)

    Thank you so much for linking up to the Sunday Parenting Party. I hope you come back again tomorrow to link up.

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