As a first time mum, I feel that there is an overwhelming amount of pressure to be an extraordinary parent. As if just being a ‘parent’ isn’t hard enough. Some of the pressure comes within, being a perfectionist and all but as any parent knows, there is a lot of varied opinions and judgements on how to raise a child.
I came across this article on Daily Life about a month ago called “Adequate is the new ‘excellent’” by Michaela. It made me think why adequate stopped being enough and why do we have this notion of being ‘excellent’ at everything? Surely parenting is a learning curve, right? We sure don’t expect ourselves to master every new skill we learn on the first try, right?
Plus as I’ve learnt, my baby isn’t like the ones they describe in the books or prenatal classes, so we learn what our baby needs, their different cries (who knew before baby there were different cries?!) or that I had to buy a breastpump on the way home from hospital as breastfeeding (for me) wasn’t so ‘natural’ afterall?!! It made me feel like a total failure.
I wished I had read this article before sharing my PND ‘secret’ to a colleague. She was very surprised that I had PND as I had seemed to be very together and proceeded to describe me as a competent person. I tell you, I was horrified at being ‘competent’. Competent = satisfactory, i.e. just ok. Then I thought about it, for a long time, days in fact and thought competent is right. I’ve pulled it together, I’ve even egged myself to pull it together, to fake it till I make it, especially for a couple of hours in ‘public’ because 2 hours isn’t that long!
I guess it’s hard letting go of my expectations on how I should be as a mother, how I should parent my son and why whatever I’m doing feels as though it isn’t working. Amongst all that, I forget time and time again to celebrate things that work, little things, and things that seem to just magically happen which leaves me speechless. We are so quick to beat ourselves up that we lose the bigger picture. I am guilty of that. The days I spent agonising because we missed out on gymbaroo (again), I wish I hadn’t. You live and you learn, right?!
As I sat down to type this blog post, I checked Michela’s blog notanotherslipperydip.wordpress.com, which I’d been meaning to do ever since that article and I stumbled upon her post “How do I know I’m a good parent?” It just fittingly ties in with this blog post.
I am a good parent because there is nowhere else I rather be everyday but with my son.
I’m sure you feel that way. You ARE a good parent.