The Mama Perspective | Mum Blog

Life has tested me in a lot of ways. Anyone that thinks they can bother me with their words or actions can’t. They’re just noise in the background (or silence in some cases) that I’m choosing to ignore. I only have time to care for the people who genuinely care for me and my family.

I’ve carried, birthed, and am raising two beautiful boys. I’ve healed from birth – not just physically, but mentally. I’ve battled with my head and comments over the years about my body image both pre and post pregnancy.

I’ve bottled up so many words from people in the past about my ‘sensitive nature’ – and now, I’m finally using them to embrace who I am even more.

I’ve managed to keep a household running, even on the days when the walls felt like they were closing in. I’ve juggled maternity leave like it was an up and down hill of emotions and somehow survived the six-week holidays on repeat at the same time. I’m pretty proud of that one to be honest. 

Do you still think you can hurt me?

I have a husband – my best friend – who’s stood by me for over twelve years. Through the chaos and the quiet, through the mess and the magic, he’s been there. My anchor. My safe place. And our boys are the very heart of me. They remind me daily what love really looks like even through the loud, and messy moments.

Some days are still hard. I wake up and the noise hits before the coffee does. I feel over-touched before I even make it to lunch time. Overwhelmed doesn’t even begin to cover it. My child pulls at my attention – not out of being naughty, but just out of happiness. He wants to play, to show me something new, something he’s proud of. And sometimes… I’m guilty of zoning out.

It’s not him. It’s not me, either. It’s just everything all at once. 

You see those posts on social media and articles online – they tell us to lower the bar. To rest. To do more of what we enjoy. But the truth is, I’m still figuring out what that even is now. What I used to enjoy doesn’t quite fit the same way anymore. And weirdly, I’m not sad about it. I’m just… in this space of rediscovery. Trying to meet myself again. Trying to remember what makes me me. You bet cleaning the whole house still makes me happy though! 

So no, it turns out you can’t hurt me.

Because I’ve walked through the lowest and toughest moments and found pieces of myself on the other side. Because I’ve lived the sleepless nights, the self-doubt, the sensory overload, the love that only motherhood brings. Because I have a man who’s held me through times I’ve been losing myself and found myself again in a new way. Because I have two boys who love me even when I feel like I have nothing left to give.

I’ve stood up for myself in situations I never thought I’d ever have to go through. I’m still here.

Experience has taught me (thanks, high blood pressure) that health has to come above all else. I’ve learned that stress and worry isn’t always the answer.

And that? That makes it pretty damn hard to hurt me.