I’m not usually one to comment on other people’s writing, after all, we all have an opinion and it can be expected for these to differ from person to person. However, I just had to comment on this.
Recently, an older MamaMia article titled “Being a Mum is Not Hard. Stop Pretending it is.” has been doing the rounds again. The title made me angry enough but hoping it was just click bait, I decided to read the full post and as expected, I was still angry after reading.
My Nan has always instilled in us “there is always someone worse off, be positive” and this is true. Coming from someone who has had a huge amount of struggles throughout her early life during the war, it rings even more true to me after hearing of her experiences. But, if I ever told her that I was finding something hard, I was never told that it wasn’t. I was told that aspects of our life can be hard sometimes but that it’s okay because we can overcome this eventually if we put our mind to it.
I wasn’t told that my struggle or hardship wasn’t viable because other people were struggling more than me. Each person’s struggles and hardships are their own. There is no ranking system. It doesn’t need to be compared. Something that is hard for me may be an absolute walk in the park for others.
The author, Shauna Anderson, is correct. There are so many people in this world doing it tough. Facing heartbreaking hardship and struggle. However, I’m sure, that just like us, these people would proclaim their hard days and then think about the people even worse off than them. Which is unimaginable, really. Yes, “the lives of the women who crafted the clothes you are wearing” may be harder than what we are currently experiencing, but that doesn’t mean that our feelings need to be disregarded.
We aren’t devaluing the hardship of others when we say that motherhood or parenting is hard. It’s the best thing to ever happen to me, the love I have for my daughter is like nothing I’ve ever felt before and it is damn rewarding. But it can be HARD and by saying that it is, is not me being a “mummy complainer,” it’s not “creating a construct of a life unappealing,” it’s just me expressing my emotions and feelings because I’m sick of society placing “perfect parent” badges on the parents who’s lives seem completely positive.
When I posted a blog about Losing Myself in Motherhood I had numerous messages and comments from mums who were too worried about telling people they felt the way I did. I was scared to post it, in case people thought that because I spoke about feelings that could be seen as negative, I wasn’t a good parent. I am. I’m a great Mum and Lola might never see the effects of me having a bad day, but it doesn’t mean that I don’t and it doesn’t mean I should hide it from others.
I’m all for positive parenting. I’m all for sharing the great times. However, the effects of not sharing the dark times can be extremely detrimental to one’s mental health. If we came home from work and mentioned our hard day, would anyone question this? Not usually. So why is parenting any different?
As parents, we have hard days, blissfully easy days, exhausting days and days we wish would never end. It’s okay! It’s okay to have a hard day, it’s okay to say that being a mother is hard. Who is anyone to tell us otherwise?