

Here's what nobody told me before I had kids: the hardest part isn't the sleepless nights, the mess or even stepping on LEGO® in the dark (though that's up there).
It's the invisible pressure that follows you everywhere.
Pressure to feed. Pressure to smile politely while absorbing 57 pieces of conflicting advice from friends, relatives and random strangers online. Pressure to juggle the whole mental load while somehow looking like you've got it all together.
Eventually, I realised something had to give. I could either keep chasing the idea of being a "perfect parent" or I could let a few things go.