The Mama Perspective

Motherhood and Maternal Wellbeing

  • You Think You Can Hurt Me?

    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. 

  • Seeing the Summer Holidays Through My Son’s Eyes

    The school summer holidays hold so much light from my childhood. I want to give Freddy the same or even more fun memories. Back then, I played outside constantly, knocking on for my friends. But my favourite memories were always with my granny and grandad. And as I’ve grown up, I’ve come to really appreciate the planning, money, and effort it took to create those memories. I think that’s why my grandad holds such a special place in my heart. He made anything happen. Alright, he wasn’t a magician but if something made me and my brothers happy, he made it his mission to give it to us.

    Summer holidays always meant trips out – funfairs, the circus, the park, and most memorably, a week in Blackpool organised by my grandad.

    Most people go on Haven or Butlin’s holidays these days, but we went to Pontins back then. We had such a good time. I only went that one year, in the break between my first and second year of high school. I remember taking a couple of friends from my class and I’ll never forget the fun we had. Pontins had everything a kid could want. And although Blackpool is sometimes called “run down” nowadays, back then it was the place to go for beach, rides, donkeys, and let’s not forget the doughnuts… YUM!

    Sadly, my grandad passed away in my second year of high school, but I’ll always be grateful for that last adventure we had together – a special one to hold onto.

    The first summer holidays for Freddy

    This has been my first time getting through the whole of the six weeks holidays as I’m on maternity leave. When the six week summer holidays started, I woke up on that first day of no school and told myself, “Right, I can do this! Let’s get out the house for a walk—with my boys.” Completely alone, just the three of us. We left the house and let’s just say I wasn’t okay. Freddy switched and got upset because… he didn’t want to cross the road at the time I did. And then he just cried when he eventually got to the other side and didn’t want to go anywhere. Fast forward 24 hours and ever since that first day, he holds my hand or pushes the pram when we go out and is happy. I think the newness thrown him a little bit and to be honest looking back, I kinda get it now. So, it goes to show that he was listening, he just wanted to test mummy I guess?

    Freddy’s birthday fell right at the start of the holidays. His face lit up seeing his friends from in and outside school, seeing family, and bouncing away on the trampolines at a play centre. He didn’t want to leave and honestly, I can’t blame him. That’s just one example of his endless energy!

    The rest of the days have been spent going on little “adventures” (Freddy’s word) including a trip to dino golf, with the odd day or two inside, chilling, playing games, or sitting in the garden. We’ve been lucky enough to have some sunshine.

    And guess what? We even managed a day out in Blackpool – “Mummy, daddy, Freddy, and Jack went to the seaside!” Bless his little heart. We spent a couple of hours on the beach while daddy and Freddy made sandcastles and jumped in the sea. We had some food, wandered around, went on a few rides on the pier, had fun in the arcade, and tried not to fall asleep on the way home. Well, Freddy actually did, and I ate some doughnuts obviously.

    It was such a lovely day.

    We didn’t go abroad this year because we welcomed Freddy’s little brother, Jack. And honestly? The two of them have formed such a sweet bond and the summer holidays have helped that more so. Freddy puts in so much effort to show his love, thoughtfulness, and caring nature. “Freddy, Mummy, and Jack” go everywhere together.

    I can’t wait to go on a family holiday in the future. Freddy loves going on a plane and was born to splash about in the pool and sea. It’ll be lovely to see him and Jack playing in the water together.

    As hard as the first week was, I’ve had the best time with my boys. Chaos, hectic days, bedtime (what’s that?) haha, just kidding… kind of. It’s been full of relentless energy some days but we survived. And seeing the summer holidays through my son’s eyes has brought back my childhood nostalgia.

    Getting ready to go back to school

    It’s almost September. That’s nearly one whole year since I was a nervous mum waiting for my firstborn to start nursery in primary school. I second-guessed everything then – the settling-in days, making friends, the new routine, whether people would understand his speech, the list goes on. But now? I’d like to say I’m more relaxed.

    Freddy’s had his challenges, but he takes each day with so much happiness (excluding the occasional overtired morning or after-school pickup). His teachers have said he’s the one who says “morning” to everyone and scans the room to see who’s around. And if I know Freddy, he’s probably just waiting for the part of the day when the class does their maths! He’s our little maths genius, and we love how much he enjoys doing what he loves.

    Learning at school didn’t come naturally to him at first, but now he’s shining and I’ll always be proud of him for exactly who he is. Our little boy, but also our biggest boy.


    The uniform is ready and hung up. The school bag is bought. The winter coat is waiting. The lunch bag is in the cupboard. And Freddy cannot wait to start Reception.

    I really hope this will be another year of loving to learn for him. Let’s go, Freddy!

  • Parenting Instinct Vs. Research: What do most parents really follow?

    As soon as I gave birth and the first 24 hours had passed, it was time to spend our first night at home as a family. That’s where it started – the wonder. How do we actually do this? There isn’t a manual. Well, there might be out there somewhere, but no one hands you one as you leave the hospital. It’s down to figuring out your own parenting style and seeing how things go.

    Off the back of my last blog post on parenting styles, I started thinking more about why we choose to parent the way we do. Is it instinct? Is it research? Is it pure survival mode with coffee whether it still be hot or turned cold?

    So, I ran a poll over on Instagram asking my followers whether they tend to “go with their gut” or “follow the research” when it comes to parenting. Here’s what they said:

    • 0% voted for “sticking to the research”

    • 62% said they “go with their gut”

    • 38% chose “who even knows?”

    I definitely expected more people, especially first-time mums, to say they rely on research or expert advice.

    What’s my take?

    As for me, I always go with my gut. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll take guidance seriously when it comes to things like health and safety. But ultimately, I believe parenting is about finding what works for your family.

    That’s especially true now that I’m a mum of two. We’ve had to adjust quite a bit since Freddy’s little brother arrived. It’s no longer just the three of us – we’re now a noisier family of four!

    And with that change came another realisation: research is constantly evolving. Sometimes too much, if I’m honest.

    Take car seat guidelines, for example. When Freddy was a baby, we were told not to keep them in a car seat for more than an hour. Fast forward a few years, and now I’ve heard 30 minutes from one midwife, 45 from another. So what do I do? I check he’s safe, he can breathe, and he’s comfortable. That’s what matters most to me.

    So how has my parenting changed from my first baby to my second?

    • I’m definitely more relaxed.

    • I don’t Google every little thing anymore.

    • I trust myself more.

    • I’ve realised that what worked for Freddy doesn’t always work for Jack and that’s okay.

    I also asked my followers in a follow-up poll:

    Has parenting more than one child made you more relaxed or stricter?

    Here’s what they said:

    • 25% said they’ve become more laid back

    • 0% said they’ve become stricter

    • 75% said they’re just going with the flow

    Honestly, this made me smile. It’s comforting to know that so many of you are figuring it out just like me. There’s no one right way, and the idea that we’re all just doing our best is kind of beautiful, isn’t it?


    If you’re parenting more than one child, how would you answer that poll? Are you more chilled?

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