I was recently asked to write a series of posts about parenthood for Bounty. The idea was to provide a realistic, honest account of motherhood, that wasn’t all about introducing home-made, organic purees at six months on the dot and leaving your contented baby to settle themselves to sleep at 7pm every night.
They came to the right place.
I really enjoyed writing them – I am a blogger after all, of course I love the chance to bleat on about myself – but I did struggle at times with exactly how much information to reveal about myself. Visitors to Bounty are mainly new and expectant parents and I didn’t want to scare anyone, or have people actually follow my example of giving nutella as a first weaning food.
In the end I just opted for my usual, unflattering honesty. (With a caveat about the nutella). Rumour had it at the MADS after all that Emma from Me, the Man & The Baby was brought up on toast and chocolate spread for breakfast every day, and look at her! She’s turned out…er…well, not a great example, but you get my point.
What the Bounty posts were meant to show new parents though, is that you can’t be perfect – you just can’t always do everything exactly by the book and at the same time maintain your sanity. Something has to give, it’s just a question of priorities.
When you are a single parent, prioritising becomes even more important. I am one person. One ordinary person. One person, responsible for running a house, holding down various jobs, caring for two children and remembering to remind Bee to put out the recycling every Monday night. Is it any wonder that I don’t cook all our meals from scratch?
My priorities at the moment are simple – I want to be there for Bee and Belle. I want to be nearby when they are at school in case they need me. I want to be there in the morning and after school as much as possible. I don’t want to have to ship them off to manky holiday clubs in dingy leisure centres. And I want to drink wine, eat biscuits, and watch bad TV after 9pm. And if I can do all those things, I don’t actually care if the dishes don’t get done until the next day, or if the Honey Monster provides most of our breakfasts. The new Honey Waffles are actually very tasty thank you.
Does that make me a bad parent? No, of course not. I may not be perfect, but I am Good Enough, and that is what being a parent is all about.
Photo credit – moogs