Sometimes a family member will spend an hour or so with me and my son. I’ll recall a terrible tantrum filled day to my friend over coffee. Or tell a colleague how I’m now at work having had only had a few hours sleep last night. And they all say the same thing… “I don’t know how you do it!” Sometimes neither do I, I can only put it down to one thing…
A friend of mine first introduced me to concept of Mummy power (the trademark is all hers), it was many years ago now and me and my other 20 something, then childless, friends where having an evening at her house whilst her little girl was asleep upstairs. Like my child free colleagues now we were saying we simply couldn’t function on less than a full nights sleep, and she explained, as soon as you become a Mum you get the Mummy power package. I didn’t really get it and just thought it was funny – how naïve I was!
Through pregnancy I sort of had this in the back of mind, usual first time mother questions – will I be upto the job? Will I love my child? Will I suddenly have the Mummy power download? Do I need to apply somewhere for it?? What if its not in installed in my hard drive?
But now I am a mother – I totally get it. I’ve got the power (in the tune of that song!)
-Mummy power is surviving on a few hours sleep. – Its making multiple meals to try to find something your child will eat. – Its doing so many loads of washing in one day. – It’s spending money on them. – It’s not spending money on you! – It’s running up and down the stairs catching them every two minutes. – It’s changing disgustingly smelly nappies – It’s being hit, nipped, and bitten – It’s having your meals interrupted – It’s never drinking a hot cup of tea – It’s staying up all night when they’re ill. – It’s never having an evening out – It’s being wee’d on, or worse. – It’s giving them the cake that you really want to eat…the list goes on. But ultimately it’s doing all the above completely by choice, and not grudgingly.
Our Mummy power morphs as we get older, when we swallow down that big lump in our throats when dropping them for their first day at school, or at a university miles away, or on their wedding day. We grow and nurture are children, then everyday let them go a little more as they mature and become independent. It’s difficult, but somehow we do it.
So, if you’re having one of those days, which we all do, you think you can’t do it, you feel your child hates you – perhaps they’ve told you they do (they’re kind like that). Just think this won’t last forever, you have the Mummy Power, throw back that imaginary cape, let it flap in the wind, and know – you’ve got this!