Whenever I meet someone new and we’re talking about the usual subjects new people do – what you do for a living, the weather, etc, etc – there’s one question I’m always braced for: how many kids do you have?
No, that’s not quite true. It’s not the question I dread, but the reaction to my answer. Because it’s always a variation on a theme and honestly? I’m sick of the wide eyes, the jokes, and the “gosh, that must keep you busy!” remarks.
Oddly though, despite having a large family, I’m not a mummy blogger. Why? There are lots of reasons but top of the list is that I’m actually not that maternal. Don’t get me wrong, I love my kids. Yours? Not so much. I’ve been to Mums & Tots groups and absolutely hated it, because no one talked about anything but their kids. And I don’t care.
Of course, these days I’m mum to teens and above, so a bit passed the whole mummy blogger thing anyway, but I doubt this blog would have looked much different had it launched ten years ago. The internet has always been my escape from the mundane routine that’s being a mum. MSN Groups (remember them?!) were a sanity-saver when I had three under 3 and barely left the house. The last things I wanted to talk about was potty training or teething or anything to do with children.
There are women (and men) would totally embrace parenthood. I did… inside the home. I loved being pregnant and I loved keeping track of their milestones. But outside of those walls, I needed to be more than just “Mum”, and I often resented being pushed back into that box.
I was – and am – more than the children I produced.