The Mama Perspective

Motherhood and Maternal Wellbeing

  • How do I feel about my son starting primary school?

    On the first week of September my son will start a new chapter of his life – primary school. Me and Danny have been talking about it coming up in the future but now it’s so close we’re a mixture of emotions. Excited, proud, bittersweet, you know? He will leaving a lot of his close friends behind at nursery as he steps into a new nursery life at primary school.

    We’ve bought the uniform. And I already know I’m going to cry once he is wearing it on his first day of primary school. The little polo with the school jumper on top, and the grey trousers, with his new shoes, oh he will look the absolute cutest.

    Freddy has been in private nursery since he was 9 months old and will end his time there at the end of August. He turned 3 years old earlier this month. A couple of people have asked me why we’re sending him to school at 3 years old and not waiting until 4 years old. And me being me, I actually started to panic, wondering if he is going to be okay. But as I do, especially as mum, I got inside my own head. As his parents, me and Danny know that Freddy will start primary school and he will love it. He is going to thrive, continuing to learn new things and make new friends. He might not fully understand that he’s moving into somewhere new just yet but we are here by his side each step of the way, just as his teacher will be. Plus, there we will 20+ other children in the same boat.

    Me and Danny sat down and went through his memory books together the other night looking at how much his learning, social, and development has progressed. It wouldn’t be right if I didn’t cry as I went through the pages. Happy tears though.

    Freddy’s school teacher came to visit him at nursery and we were told that he loves her. Of course, he wanted cuddles and to show her all of his books he was enjoying at the time.

    I couldn’t be prouder of the young, happy little soul he’s grown into. It feels like I gave birth one minute, spent a while trying to find myself again, and suddenly my baby will soon be starting his new adventure. A whole new chapter – you keep being your amazing self, Freddy.

    And who knows, maybe I’ll meet some more mum friends too!

  • 3 Years of Motherhood

    My little boy has turned 3 which means he’s now officially one tenth of my age. So, I’ve been someone’s mum for a whole three years. A little person’s MUM – that’s something to celebrate, isn’t it?

    From seeing two positive lines on a pregnancy test, to morning (all day) sickness. From the first scan to the first kick. From finding out if you’ll be a boy girl to watching you grow as ‘bump’. From nursery bedroom prep to a few hospital visits to monitor my blood pressure. From sitting in the bath on a Monday morning to planning to meet you within the next two to three days. From going to the park with your daddy for a walk to labour starting to kick in. From my waters breaking and intense contractions to being rushed to the delivery suite. From being moved onto the bed with staff around me to pushing three times. From looking up to see your beautiful face to holding you in my arms. From feeling you perfectly fit in my arms to handing you over to your daddy and midwife to dress you. Pregnancy was the beginning but giving birth to you was a whole new chapter. And here’s how you’ve always been the best person to call my son.

    You make me a stronger person

    Since becoming your mummy, I’ve felt no resilience like it. I’ve also started to speak up about things I’ve held back before. It wasn’t until bringing into the world that I realised the effects my mental health had on me and where a lot my thoughts and feelings stemmed from.

    You help me find a better perspective

    You have taught me what’s important. Without you, I wouldn’t be as happy as I am today. My smile is brighter because of you. When I think about each day ahead, I think of you first.

    You impact how much I grow mentally and emotionally

    It’s true. It’s no surprise that, especially as a toddler, you teach me resilience and patience! You have the determination like no one I’ve ever known. When you want to explore something new, you’re set on a mission to complete it as independently as you can. Meanwhile, I’m here trying to stay calm, wondering if you’ll listen and sometimes knowing that I have to let you know experiment with new ways of learning and exploring. But I think the most important way you’ve helped me grow is remembering that you mirror how I think, speak, and feel. If I’m sad, you’re also sad and want to comfort me. I want to do everything I can to make sure I’m always my happiest self for me but more for you.

    You really have taught me what it means to love someone unconditionally and I’ll be forever grateful to have you in my life and to call you my son.

  • Finding Strength From My Struggles

    I’ve been through occasions in my life, some more repeatedly than others where I’ve felt low to the point where it’s affected my entire life. I’m talking friendships, my relationship, but most importantly my entire self. The physical and emotional states have been the worst they’ve ever been. I’ve experienced avoidance of seeing people, hating my whole body image, and not liking the sadness overload.

    I was struggling to find positives. But one thing I’ve never failed and know I never will, is being able to love my son. No matter what, absolutely nothing, comes before him. There isn’t a thing in the world that would stop me from wanting to be the best mum I can be, for him. That means that when times do get tough, he’s always the signal to show me what I need to do. Whether it be talking to someone like a friend/family member or professionally. I’ve been had the odd rant to a couple of people in work.

    I think in today’s world especially, it shouldn’t be unusual to talk about how we feel. I’m not saying there’s always a need to go into great detail but aren’t we all human? Shouldn’t we feel strong for talking and expressing how we feel? Regardless of who are you, what you do for a living, what you’ve done right or wrong in the past or at present, mental health and health all around should always be a priority.

    Emotional challenges aren’t always about putting someone to blame because the only way forward is to help yourself. And the first step is acknowledging that help needs to happen if you want to make a difference in your life and potentially others you’re close with.

    On my phone, I have a section inside the Apple health app. It asks you to log how you’ve felt during a moment in the day or overall for the day. Today was the first time in a long while that I logged “Very Pleasant”. I’ve had neutral most days with the odd “Slightly Unpleasant” rather than totally unpleasant.

    Even if you don’t see it at the time, negative thoughts can impact how you see yourself, how you think, how you react to others, and how you behave in your “happy places”. Take mine for instance – at home – where I should feel most at peace. There are times I’ve felt frustrated, fed up, and lost. But it’s more what’s going on around me than the place. Sometimes, I just need to bring myself back to remind me what and who really makes me happy. And where those things or people aren’t, it could be time for a change. It could be as little as new daily habits for coping mechanisms, being more active, or eating healthier.

    It isn’t always easy but there are always so many things to be grateful for. Remember to surround yourself around things and people that spark positivity and one of those people needs to be you. How you speak to yourself says more than it does from anyone else.

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