SOMETIMES being a mum feels like the easiest job in the world.
Other days, it’s the hardest, most challenging, frustrating, damn right difficult job I’ve ever had. Or ever will.
We’ve all been there haven’t we?
No mum is immune from those god awful parenting days. The ones that force you to your knees in the kind of way only motherhood can.
Not even the best mums. (Whoever they are) Not even the ones we might envy as we scroll through their ‘perfect’ Instagram photos. Not even royalty.
Trust me, away from the limelight, I’ve no doubt even the Duchess of Cambridge herself will pull her hair out, shout, cry, sink to the floor in despair or crack open a bottle of gin when her parenting times are at their roughest.
It’s a tough ol’ business this mothering malarkey.
Fraught with problems. Never ending.
My daughter is only three, but each week a new set of challenges pop up out of the blue, which need sorting out.
Last week, it was trying to get her to go to and enjoy nursery again after a little setback. This week it’s trying to reign in her cheekiness without dampening her spirit.
But when it comes to motherhood, what exactly is a good mum?
What makes a good mum?
What on earth is being a good mum all about?
Well for starters, just being there and turning up for the job, matters I guess.
Day in, day out, we wash, we dress, we cook, we clean, we care, we play, we reprimand, we tidy and we love.
There’s no off days from being a mum. Not even when you’re sick. Not even when you’re at the end of your tether. Which let’s face it, happens to the best of us.
So being there and rolling with the good days and the bad, is definitely part and parcel of being a good mum.
But what else?
Well the key for me, definitely boils down to loving and nurturing.
And the good news is, you don’t – as I once wrongly thought – have to be an earth mother to do that.
Nope, being a loving mum just kind of comes doesn’t it?
It just kind of happens.
Once you see those blue lines pop up on a pregnancy test, once you place your hand on your ever growing bump and feel them wriggle, once they arrive into the world, helpless and in total need of you.
Their mum. Their world. Their everything.
Somehow you don’t have to be the most loving or nurturing person in the world to be a loving or nurturing mum. Bonkers yes. But it just kind of happens, doesn’t it?