Thursday, April 24, 2014

I Have a Dream....



‘...a song to sing. To help me cope with anything’.

Anyone else hear this in their head when they think about having a dream? Especially the Amanda Seyfreid version from Mama Mia. No? Just me then, I guess. Move along, nothing weird here.
This movie is perfect to me, every single time.
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I have a dream occasionally that one day I’ll wake up completely put-together.

You know what I mean, don’t you? Flawless hair, impeccable dress sense and mad skills with makeup, yes. 
But beyond that (and aside from it, really) I dream fervently about being the mum who does it all flawlessly. The mum who breezes out of bed, readies her husband and sends him to work smiling with a belly full of homestyle cookin’ and a lunchbox full of healthy homemade snacks, prepares the kids for school/daycare – again with the excellent food. Cruises to school with all homework complete, helps out in the canteen, comes home and plays with the baby undistractedly for hours. The mum who spends naptime giving her sparklingly clean house a quick once-over and then has a lunch date with friends before going to school pickup and heading home to prepare a thoughtfully planned, nutritionally beneficial meal, clean and tuck in her kids before relaxing with her husband. I dream of doing it all alone, with no snags or flaws, and without tears of pleas for help.

I’m not that mum. If she exists, I want to know about it, because I want to pull her perfectly-coiffed hair and tell her she’s a liar.

This bitch... seriously.
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My dream isn’t going to come true. I’m the mum who isn’t getting out of bed at 5am to get her husband ready for work (seriously, he’s on his own there). I’m the mum fighting the kindergartner to eat her breakfast while the baby flings porridge at my head, at the same time realising we forgot the reader last night and I’ve run out of lunch muffins. I’m the mum who remembers canteen duty 20 minutes before it starts, on a day when I don’t have a babysitter ready. The mum who’s barely left her house in weeks, and hasn’t had a social life in months. I’m the mum who realises at 6pm that she hasn’t defrosted dinner and makes bacon and egg salad, before skipping bathtime and sending the kids to bed so I can have a quick reprieve before the baby wakes.


Maybe if I had animal helpers and a Fairy Godsomeone...
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My heart wishes my kids had the perfect mum. The one who never misses appointments, who reads endless stories every night and who takes them on educationally enriching, yet entertaining trips every weekend. But my head knows the truth about me and the truth about my kids. My head knows that I get to watch them grow, and be their mummy, and that's enough. My head is grateful.

I’m never going to be the put together mum, because it’s not me. I’m the slightly scatty mum wearing yoga pants everywhere. But I’m also the only mum my kids have. I’m the one who kisses their scrapes, smooths away their troubles, plays games with them, cuddles them every single night and generally takes care of them. I’m the one who makes sure they never go hungry, even if occasionally they eat a 2 minute noodle omelette. I’m the one who will always be there. 

I may not be the perfect mum, and how the hell can I be? She’s a myth! But I’m their perfect mum, put together just enough for them. A dream is just a fantasy. I should just be happy I do the best I can. Because in reality? I do OK.

'I'll cross the stream, I have a dream.'
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7 comments:

  1. I'll never be the "perfect" Mum either.
    All we can do is the best we can.
    PS: Love your pictures around your page!!

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  2. I'm not that 'perfect' mum either, in our house we do real. I love my yoga pants way too much to be perfect ;)

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  3. This is beautiful. Really beautiful. I got a big smile on my face reading this as I relate so much. Mothering is … so much. I like to think that I may not be perfection, or could ever be, but that I'm becoming a better mother. Thats possible, you think?

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  4. Imagining what it takes to be the perfect make me feel exhausted, I am sure it's not humanly possible :)
    You have made me realise that trying to be that woman would not be fair and true to my kids, the mum they need is not her, it's me :)

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  5. I'm not a perfect mum either. I think when it comes down to it our kids aren't going to remember the perfect lunch boxes (unless they are filled with lollies lol) or the sparkling house, they are going to remember the love they felt, how safe they were and how much fun they had.

    Thanks for linking up with us at The Lounge.

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  6. There is no such thing as the perfect mum. You are doing the best you can and you are the perfect mum for your kids. They will never know any different! Give yourself a break and give your kids a big cuddle and kiss. Take care of yourself x

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  7. I just left a comment but I think it got eaten by Blogger, thanks so much for joining in with #thankfulthursday I think you summed it up perfectly with the line about being their perfect mum. Sending fairy wishes and butterfly kisses your way

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