Mum's like to boast don't they? yes, my mum does too. When ever she is afforded the opportunity she will speak with love and pride of her two children and grandchildren.
She tells her friends that I have this silly little online space aka The Beetle Shack and I suppose some of them visit from time to time.
I only know this because mum mentioned that a dear friend of hers had said that she loved this blog and then jested that she always felt depressed after reading because my house is so clean.
It got me thinking about honesty.
If I'm honest, my house is filth. Ask my kids, husband, friends or family and they will confirm that I am not a natural house keeper. I let clutter pile up and then allow dust to gather on the clutter. There are often fluff balls in the hall way and dishes in the sink. The kids scatter their lunch and their toys all over the house several times a day, I can't compete with their speed and agility so sometimes I just shrug my shoulders and make a cup of tea. When it's time to tidy up, I open the nearest draw, cupboard, wardrobe and shovel things in.
If I'm honest, my husband and I bicker
from time to time daily and so do our children, I often don't think about making dinner until we're all starving and the washing only gets done when there are no socks and undies left in the draws.
It got me thinking about intention.
If I write and it makes another woman/person feel inadequate or inferior then I am only doing myself a disservice. If I post something here and it only tells a half truth, the half that makes me look like an amazing house keeper, phenomenal baker, attentive wife and sacrificial mother, then I half lie* and I do so out of an insecurity that the full truth will not be good enough.
It got me thinking about community.
We are a community here in this blog world. Right here in this very space I have met people that encourage, support and inspire me with their stories. Some live in enviable homes, some have amazing careers, others have natural style and designer threads. But for me, there is one very simple fact for us mothers.
We wipe arses for a living!
Those of us that leave the home for work wipe bums when we get back in, those that are house bound wipe bums all day. Those of us that use cloth nappies wipe bums and those of us that prefer the Aldi brand wipe bums too.
But we do more than that don't we. We sit on the (unwashed) floors in our trackies and build duplo towers, we give and receive I love you's at whim, we snuggle under pastel bedlinen and we wipe sweet little pinchable butt.
We all do it. Each and every one of us. We all have dust on our floors and food in our teeth (shit- is that just me? Who has time for daily brushing?) and if we lead anyone to believe that we don't, then we lie (or we have A LOT of help).
I love the idea that we as women can truly support one another by acknowledging our faults and set backs and praising our victories. That the way we choose to birth, feed and raise our babies can fade into the background while we get on with the business of being a community that encourages differences and acknowledges what its really like.
* obviously it would be impossible and ridiculously boring to share every hum drum moment of every day on a blog. It is right and natural that we share the good in our lives, but for me the good comes in all forms- failings, successes, strengths and weaknesses.