Last year I wrote a blog, similar to this – Accept I probably said along the lines of how absolutely soul destroying having a clingy snotty child attached to your hip for days is. This year I’m savouring the cuddles. What a difference a year makes! 
poetry
Motherhood is…
I wrote this poem to get behind an Instagram campaign called #Riseofthemumpoet it’s a fun and expressive way to write and share your story. And everyone knows I love, writing… AND sharing! 😂
Motherhood is
It’s not a day in a mums life if you were only asked twice,
For us mums can be asked the same thing as many as 50 times.
It’s not because we aren’t listening
That they continue to keep repeating
It may be that we’re cleaning up dinner plates,
Or god forbid finally eating.
It could also be that we’re scrolling aimlessly
Staring at our phones
Watching all those perfect mums
You know the ones who never feel the need to moan.
But being a mum is more than just annoying questions of course.
It’s wiping shitty arses and kissing grazed knees
It’s wearing a constant smile even when it feels forced.
It’s reading a story then lying still as a statue in the dark next to their bed
Pretending to be fast asleep and simultaneously stroking their head.
It’s pretending to be brave when you feel really scared.
It’s sometimes sacrificing yourself so their feelings are spared.
It’s leaving the house with sick on your clothes.
It’s wiping green snot from a runny nose.
It’s missing your favourite programme repeats
You’ve had to nip out to get milk & after dinner treats.
It’s staying up late making costumes for school.
It’s accepting that motherhood doesn’t have rules.
It’s forgiving yourself for sometimes messing up
It’s begging the stars to grant you good luck.
It’s feeling the weight of the world on your shoulders
And feeling nostalgic as your child grows older
It’s praying to a god of which you may not believe
To look out for your offspring and help them succeed
It’s a feeling of pride you didn’t know you possessed
And wanting every single morning just five more minutes in bed.
You can find all the details about the campaign and write your own poetic masterpiece (or riddle) on Instagram via @Postpartumpoet or by clicking the link here.
Hamster Wheel
Do you ever feel like your on a hamster wheel?
Round and round you’re turning but you still can’t seem to heal?
You’re doing what they say, talking and moving, eating drinking.
But you’re still not able to stop your mind from over thinking.
Intrusive thoughts they grow, as if from a planted seed.
They are watered daily by you, even given feed.
You want to stop the cycle but you’re not sure how.
You try to spread awareness but it doesn’t seem to help.
You feel like you are failing, as a mother and in life.
But you’re so not failing, I wish you could see.
How strong you are getting through everyday and going about your routine.
People don’t seem to notice, but don’t do it for them.
Do it for yourself, write a journal, grab a pen.
Whatever makes you feel better is an improvement, an act of self care.
Don’t let other people’s opinions ruin your hard work.
They aren’t you, they’re not there.
You’re doing so amazing, I wish that you could see.
To others, to me, just how strong you seem.
Diva Mum 