I’m a mummy. It’s hard work. Some days I feel a success, most days I feel I’ve failed. Kids are loud and don’t yet understand empathy. Kids are full of energy and need to burn that off.
I’m also mummy to an angel baby. I miscarried many years ago, and not a day goes by that I don’t think of her. She was going to be so loved. I picked her name, too.
Please don’t suggest that I am not grateful for the children I have now. Please don’t tell women like me that we should think of those who have lost babies. Because I have! Lots of us have. That doesn’t mean we don’t love our children, or we’re ungrateful bitches. Nobody is harder on me as a parent than myself. Nobody punishes me more than I do.
I may have lost a baby but that doesn’t make parenthood any easier with the children I have. They are ratty at times and it really does get to me. When my 2 year old screams for something and nothing all I can think of is her bedtime. Assuming she’ll sleep easily…
When my older kids have decided to put marker pen over the sofa, accidentally dropped juice over the new carpet, purposefully hit their sibling… do not dare to tell me I should not get upset, or stressed! Do not dare to say “but there are women out there who cannot have children. Think about them.”
Think about yourself, Kirsty! Think about your lifestyle and how you must obviously have people to look after your children for you. Think about all of the times you’ve sat down with a large alcoholic drink after a hard day at work. Think about keeping your damn mouth shut!
I used to respect you. I used to enjoy seeing you on television. I always saw you as down to earth and someone mums could look up to. Not any more! Now I see a mother who can’t respect other mums.
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