Mumma F(l)ail

by | Oct 25, 2010 | Uncategorized | 9 comments

I am not always the mum I want to be. All too often, I am NOTHING like her. And the person I become, I don’t even recognise. She is a BAD mum. And before you all rush to tell me I’m a great mum and not to be hard on myself – and thank you for that! – I know that we all go through this. I know that I’m human, real and raw and incapable of perfection. But if you were to say to me, “Hey, you’re doing the best you can”, in my heart of hearts, I know that this is not always true. Sometimes I choose not to be better.

It’s not exactly apathy and it’s definitely not deliberate but there are times when I know I should lift and I just don’t. I’m too tired, I’m stressed, I’m hungry, I’m over it. All of these things can be true at any given moment. But this is the gig. And my kids need to know that no matter how hard it is, I will always do my best.

As a domestic goddess, I fall down a lot. I boil pots dry (two in as many days once), I forget wet clothes in the washing machine (is there a worse smell?), I feed my kid number-ghetti (again) because I haven’t got my shit together in time for dinner and yet I find time to cook chocolate fondant for myself (three times in one month!) because I am a sugar whore and there is no stopping me.

But all these things I can forgive myself for.

It’s when I let the tiredness, the monotony, the feeling of being caged get right under my skin that I morph into someone who one; I never thought I’d become, and two; I really don’t like.

My three-year-old feels like karmic retribution for the hell I visited on my mum as a child. He tests me daily. As all good three-year-olds should. THAT’S HIS JOB. And mine is to guide him through this stage. I’m pretty sure the job description doesn’t include screaming, “You don’t get to make the rules!” in your toddler’s face. Yep. Did that. Made him cry, made me cry and then, when the ugliness dissipated, it made not a lick of difference to his behaviour. And why would it? There was absolutely nothing useful about it. Nothing instructive or helpful. Just a woman losing control and taking it out on her tiny son.

Look, I can even forgive myself for that. But when those kinds of moments seem to be repeated, frequently repeated, I start to think I’m not learning from my mistakes. And I am so completely out of ideas about how to deal with a defiant three-year-old that I have resorted to a campaign of fear to make him realise who’s boss. And I know that parent. I’ve seen them in action. As a child, I never wanted to stay at their kid’s house because it was unpleasant and it was scary. And their children were clearly damaged by this style of parenting.

I wasn’t raised that way, to fear my parents and for the love of God, that’s not how I want to raise my own family.

It’s frightening how easily we slip into behaviours that we abhor in others when we have been pushed to the brink.

The best I can do is aim to learn from my mistakes, to try to be more creative when dealing with my child, to read and ask questions and be always striving to do better. My kids deserve no less than that.

And when I trip up – AGAIN! – I’ll hit the restart button, take a few deep, DEEP breaths, power up again and remember that these little people are the fucking loves of my life and I don’t ever want them to think otherwise.

To that end, I found this article helpful. You might, too.

two excellent reasons to do better

Hello friends


I’m Angie!  I mum. I write. I wife. My husband would say this is the correct order.  He’s so neeeedy. I live with my family in Melbourne, Australia, where I complain about the weather for 90% of the year – but I can’t imagine living anywhere else. Except maybe in Lake Como, waving to my neighbours George and Amal each morning.

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  1. Ashlee Eakins

    Thank you! Although it’s not the easiest to admit, I find myself becoming HER too. It’s nice to know that the methods mentioned in the article are the ones I’m trying – I just need to learn a bit more patience and to be more consistent.
    You do do a great job, but we all do a shit job on occassion too, nobody I’ve met is perfect!!
    Keep up the awesome work!

  2. Sarah

    can you call me next time you make chocolate fondant? i want in on that sort of rebellion against 3 year olds!! x

  3. Natalie

    Awsome that you have been so honest in this post – so many mothers go around feeling like they are the only ones who ever feel/experience certain things, when really we all do at some point just no-one admits to it – especially not in such a public way. Here here to being open about what goes on in life!

  4. Rae

    Once again The Little Mumma expresses it how it really is. And massive, massive thanks for that. It’s a relief to know we’re not alone with this battle xx

  5. Angie aka The Little Mumma

    Thanks Sugar. You still remain my Domestic Goddess idol. xxx

  6. Bron

    Its funny that you posted this yesterday! That was me. Yelling at Kai, knowing that it wouldn’t make a difference to his behaviour and hating myself for doing it. I don’t want to be that mum who is constantly yelling at the kids, but some days I’m just lacking all patience. I think on those days Kai see’s his chance to push my buttons and it just snowballs until I’m yelling at him, then hugging him, crying and telling him I’m sorry.

    We all have them, but not many of us talk about it.

    Another awesome post!

  7. Angie aka The Little Mumma

    We MUST all have them. And look, I could fill pages about how much I adore my children – we all could – and I do! But there is a flipside and it’s an important part of the story. And without the seriously shitty parts of motherhood, we couldn’t truly savour the amazing moments.

    Hugs Bron. And thanks for the support.

  8. Tina

    Oh Darling, I know exactly how you feel. I remember two little people, one 3 and one 1, who I loved with all my heart and soul and who also frustrated me to the nth degree so that I would sometimes go into the bedroom and sniffle. I thought this testing time would go on forever and I wouldn’t be able to cope. But they grew up, hopefully feeling totally loved and cared for, and my life moved on. But I still get a creepy feeling when I see a mother with a toddler on foot and one in a pusher…..Mind you If you’d known my children you’d have understood!

  9. carol townsend

    Oh Angie, how I love reading about your life trying to cope with being a mother. I love your honesty in revealing the trials of trying to be the perfect parent and then berating yourself when you don’t quite reach the benchmark that you think others have set before you.
    I too remember having similiar problems when the boys were toddlers, but in time I learnt, that your children know you better than we know ourselves, and I realised that even though the discipline has to be dished out, as long as you tell them that being bad, doesn’t mean that you stop loving them, it just means that they have gone too far, you set the boundaries not them. love you


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