Our lives are not perfect. Far from it!
We have ups and downs, just like any family does.
But one thing that I know I am is honest.
If I’m happy, then I’m happy, if I’m worried or sad or worn out, I make no secret of it.
I am real.
I am not trying to be anyone I’m not, I am me.
When I was growing up it was different, especially my teenage years, they were full of embarrassment, fear, excitement, nerves, and many hidden truths and white lies. I think that finding out who you are is tough, growing up and developing relationships isn’t easy, and I’m sure I’m not the only person who hid behind an image of who I wanted people to think I was, rather than myself.
Now it’s different.
Now as a wife and a mother I am actually happy in my own skin, and I will not apologise for being me.
Yes, there are so-called ‘mummy wars’ and there can be jealousy and resentment, even amongst friends, but I think we all owe it to each other, to ourselves and to our children to be real.
To (within reason) show our emotions and not sit on them, let others see our worry, our hurt, our happiness and our achievements.
As long as we don’t hurt with intent, brag with boastfulness or judge unfairly, as long as we are compassionate, empathetic and friendly, then let’s take some pride in being ourselves.
As parents we are all amazing, we have all been through so much and we do need to show support, but not at the cost of hiding who we truly are.
I am a wife, mother, daughter, sister, niece, friend and so much more, but I am ME.
And I am happy.
Let’s be content with that, let’s be proud of who we are, and let us be real.