Mums you’re amazing – I salute you
Dear Mums, I salute you.
All the hardcore Mums out there. Yes, that’s all of us!
Today I salute all the Mums who feel a bit poorly and especially the ones who feel really poorly. Because you never get a day off.
You see, that’s the thing with Mums – every single day and night of your lives you have the most important job; Mum. There is no calling in sick, no day off, and even when you feel rough as hell, there you are still making meals, wiping bottoms and trying to be the best you can be.
I’m trying to remember back… when has my Mum ever been ill? My Mum is particularly hardcore. Those who know her will agree.
In nearly 40 years of being a Mum she has been ill twice that I remember. Twice proper in bed, doc visiting, hospital ill. Now that is a sick record to be proud of. Sure, she’s had colds and even the flu, but there she has been soldiering on, running her business and looking after 4 kids. (I know, 4!)
While I was lying awake last night, as I often do (damn insomnia), I felt that niggling sore tickle in my throat, my ears blocked and sticky and my nose stuffed up.
I thought- oh no, I’m getting the lurgy. And we all know the best way to get better is to rest. That is what we all did before kids. It’s what our Mum taught us. If you don’t rest you won’t get better. You tell your kids that don’t you?
So I am wondering if Mums just have to resolve themselves to being slightly ill all the time, for there is never any rest. Never. Ever.
Can you imagine how nice it would be if one day, you wake up exhausted (as usual) to another Groundhog Day, but this time you’re sick. (Bear with me, it wouldn’t be nice to wake up sick). So you reach for the phone to notify who ever is in charge that you are not well and need to rest today.
Job done… And relax.
Well you are in charge Mums! It may have slipped you by in the haze of motherhood, but you are the boss! A boss with no staff (unless you are really lucky).
There is no handover document here, just a honey and lemon, some sudafed and a deep breath. Many-a-thing has been survived by a deep breath!
It’s not even like you are thinking to yourself if I can just make it through till Friday I’ll have a lie in at the weekend. No, sorry.
Or I’ll just hide quietly at my desk with a lemsip and hope people are sympathetic.
I’ll just delegate that to my team….. (HA HA HA)
I suppose as your kids get older they might learn sympathy and maybe even let you sit down for five minutes. They may even bring you your honey and lemon… But for me, that is years off.
From what I’ve heard, the first few years are a series of random diseases and illnesses (not even of-the-like when I grew up). Bred by an uber germ factory called nursery. And the whole household gets them….
You are still trying to carry on with daily life between running to the loo and clearing up poo. And when the bathroom is busy or there is not time, your hands become a makeshift emergency sick bucket. Oooh I can’t wait!
So stuff you, the tickle in my throat and my snuffed up nose. The baby won’t feed and entertain herself.
So Mums, I salute you. Every one.
Now, carry on.
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