All of us mums are a little different. This is not a reflection on us as mums but us as people. None of us can be the same and that is ok. Throughout the history of time we have had labels assigned to us; posh mum, chav mum, organised mum, messy mum, earth mum. Some of these labels we may wear with pride and others we may want to discard or ignore. With the revolution of the internet there are now a new wave of labels. One of which is ‘Pinterest Mum’. I am a Pinterest Mum.
This is a label I have been trying to deny from myself for a couple of years. Firstly, I am not a huge fan of labels but mostly it was due to the ‘perfect’ misconceptions that go with that title. I am very conscious that not all mums can bake and whilst this may not really bother or upset most of my fellow comrades in babes it can leave others feeling inadequate. Although as I have said before this may relate to a few deeper issues.
Either way I thought I would clear up a few misconceptions of a Pinterest Mum (I hope fellow Pinners don’t mind).
Confessions of a Pinterest Mum
Yes it is true, I love to bake. And I am pretty darn good at it. My cakes and biscuits are the envy of my friends. If anyone needs a birthday cake for their little darling then the chances are we (me and fellow pinners) have either been asked to make it or to offer advice on how to make it. The truth is that even my cakes go wrong. Even when I have made a sponge 100 times over it can, and does, sink in the middle. This drives me insane. Honestly, I get an eye twitch and everything. The mood in the house becomes as sunken as the aforementioned sponge when this happens.
I are good at cooking. I make my own sauces, jams and chutneys. My salads are more exciting than just lettuce, tomato and cucumber and my kids eat what myself and my husband eats. Admittedly I am not a huge fan of cooking, it is more of a necessary evil, but I am good at it. The truth is this has taken a long time to get to this point. For years Hubby cooked because I hated it so much. It was only when I quit work that it became really unfair for him to be at work all day and then also do the cooking. Very 1950’s I know. And yes Ellie and Trixie will eat what we eat now, but that has also taken years to achieve. Well 3/4 to be exact. It has taken a huge dose of stubbornness and bravery on my part to ignore the evenings when they refuse their dinner. Even now there will be a couple of nights a week that I have to turn a deaf ear to the screaming mum guilt telling me I’m the worst mum ever for making them something they won’t eat (even thought they ate it last week!) I have to ignore the feeling of rejection that surfaces when something you have spend time and energy over is snarled at and pushed away.
I am super organised. I always have been. Everything in my life is digital now but I still get a little giddy over new stationary and a good planner. We have a family calendar set up on our phones so if there is something important both myself and Hubby need to know about it gets put in there. My family always joked that my wedding ran with military precision. It did! There is a ‘however’ coming and this is something I have only realised very recently. Sometimes I ‘forget’ to put things in my diary. I say ‘forget’ because I honestly thought I did forget, however recently I have realised I don’t forget, I deliberately ignore. If I say yes to something, or an event is coming up that I cannot get out of but don’t really want to do then I won’t put it in my diary. I guess I’m hoping if it isn’t in there it won’t really happen. So there you go. If someone plans something with me but I don’t put it in my diary I don’t actually want to do it.
I can sew. I don’t know why it is just something I can do. Not that I enjoy it in any way but at least the girls name labels should stay in their school uniforms for longer than a week. Also I don’t actually own a sewing machine but I do know how to use one.
This won’t be a surprise to many but I am good at hair. There isn’t a braid yet I haven’t mastered and I can do them on both myself and Ellie (Trixie is still a little young). But that isn’t a natural talent. I have worked hard at that and have practiced a lot. Some days spending 30 minutes playing with my hair is just the down time I need from parenthood.
Sorry but my children are always well dressed and tidy looking. Much of this is a reflection of my mental capacity, or lack of it, for disorder. I can’t cope with any type of mess. One toy out of place can send me into a rage so a little ketchup on a cheek is unbearable. Obviously it isn’t going to cause any harm. I just don’t want it there!
I am very house proud. I do what I can. Instead of buying all new furniture I have up cycled items we already have. And yes, our living room is full of copper. We even have a picture gallery up the stairs. I have no ‘however’ this time. I’m not even sorry for this one.
I do crafts with my daughters. We have all sat together and make pinecones for Christmas decorations. I’ll be quick with this ‘however’. However I hate crafts!! Honestly, I try my best to think of anything else to do. The smell of the kids paints makes me feel so sick. The only plus side is coving your hand in PVA glue to pull it all off again!
The Real Truth
The real truth about me, a Pinterest Mum, is that I am no different from anyone else. My kids drive me crazy and make me want to lock myself away somewhere. They fight and scream. They can be rude and obnoxious, especially towards me. Our days are long and our years are short. I have aged and become wearisome. Through it all I am simply trying to be the best mum I can be whilst trying to retain a little of the woman I knew before kids. A woman not the same but evolved. If the other stuff makes me a Pinterest Mum, then I am her! And I am proud to be one.