
Mothers, no matter their age, occupation, race or financial status, will have one thing in common: mum guilt.
With my first child, I felt it so hard that I believed being fully attentive and present with my daughter meant that I was a good mum.
I read fear-mongering articles about how scrolling on your phone and watching TV would negatively impact their development. I interpreted this to mean that any form of missed eye contact was depriving my child of a happy and healthy childhood. I deactivated all my social media accounts, refrained from seeing my friends and stopped watching the footy on Thursday nights.
I would record every time she had a wet nappy, a bowel movement, and all of her sleep times. I would look over as she slept to make sure she was breathing. Late in the evening, I would be on Google reading all the information it had to offer on sleep regressions.
I was fully committed to the mum gig and, even if on the rare occasion I was away from her, I was constantly checking in to see how my daughter was going. The answer was always the same — she was fine. I refused to believe this because surely nobody knew my daughter better than me.
Being her mother became my whole identity. The result? A lost sense of identity, mum rage and feeling burnt out. I needed to learn who I was again.
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