There I was at the local gym, pram in tow with my seven-month-old daughter
jabbering away in it, preparing to sign up and rediscover my waist
(seriously, where did it go?!)
My boyfriend is with me as he packed on some preggers kgs himself and isn’t loving the firm fit of his jeans. A lovely young guy is taking us through the questions, pretty general stuff like name, address, goals… Then we get to occupation.
He looks at my partner who naturally responds with his job title of ‘male escort’ – no I’m kidding, he said graphic designer.
Then it happens - he glances at me, then to the pram and back to my form and with his pen pops a line straight through ‘occupation’. No questions asked. Let me clarify – I love being a mother.
It’s the coolest thing I’ve ever done, easily eclipsing travelling and sky-diving and all those sorts of experiences for me. I never thought I could love something more than my dog but woah, this Mum bizzo is next-level love.
All I’m saying is, yes, I am proud to be a mum. However, I do other stuff too.
Like work. Yeah, from home with my daughter making it difficult and tedious, but I work and I work hard. Mama doesn’t bring home the bacon but makes the bacon at home.
Okay, now I sound like I have a backyard s laughter house – not the case. Anyway, even if I didn’t work and was a stay at home mum, it shocked me that that wouldn’t even be listed as an occupation. Because mumming is seriously HARD work in its own right.