it is a universal truth than nobody ever tells anyone what it is really like to be a Mother. You learn, by osmosis, by watching firstly your Mother and later other Mothers come into view. You assume you understand it. A year of so of broken nights will be followed by fun making things with toddlers and supporting them until they go off to university and a life of their own. What could be easier?
The reality is so different. What no one ever talks about is the all consuming fear you get from loving that little person so much. From the first night they sleep without waking, to waiting for them to come home from partying Mums live life in fear. There is the fear that something will befall our precious babies, to the fear that we are not good enough parents.
I doubt there is a woman in the world who thinks she got being a Mum right. Despite the evidence of mature functioning adults, living useful lives, she will always remember the times it went wrong.
It is time to believe in us, the Mums who did their best, that were good enough Mums and understand that our children love us, the best bits and the not so good. Mums make the world go around, we need to be proud.