Showing posts with label Parenting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Parenting. Show all posts

Friday, 21 November 2025

On the death of recycling

 I came across an insta post this week that really resonated with me. For anyone that doesn't have instagram, I_am_mum_bum made a short video articulating her guilt over the way she seems to have forgotten her values since becoming a mother. She explains she used to identify as really principled. She was an activist and campaigner for various environmental and animal rights causes, lived by really strict ecological and political principles, and generally defined herself as someone whose priority was to make a difference and be a force for good.

She explains that she just caught herself 'hoying an empty plastic mayonnaise bottle into the bin, instead of washing it out and recycling it'. She expresses shock and disappointment and guilt. But goes on to give a powerful and heartfelt explanation of how she just doesn't have time for anything any more, how depleted she feels, since her life began revolving around meeting the needs of her children.

I think there is something really important in this. It connected with a realisation that I had that maternal instincts are not necessarily or even ever an overall force for good. Though we tend to think of motherhood as soft and loving and selfless - and it is! -there is a dark truth too, which it creates a powerful and I think biological shift in our priorities that makes us insular, selfish, Karens who will sometimes protect our offspring to the exclusion of everything else.

There is evidence that oxytocin - the so-called love hormone - makes new mothers more racist as well as more devoted to their babies. And I suspect this goes a long way to explaining the well-known shift towards the political right that often occurs as people get older. We are all idealistic lefties in uni, but by middle age we often become a lot more Tory. Its often explained as being about home ownership and simple wealth accumulation. But I think the maternal thing probably makes a large contribution too. Socialists suddenly become elbows-out tiger mums. And struggle to see the irony.

Its also true, i think, and as explained by Mum Bum, that mothers are genuinely overwhelmed and under-resourced and this exacerbates the shrinking of their moral circle. They often don't have time or space to care for themselves, let alone anyone else who isn't their children. and i suspect there are political forces at work here too.

Keep the women exhausted and overstretched so they don't attend protests or power-broking council meetings. Keep them from being school governers and attending public hearings. Keep them from reading or thinking or meeting and they'll lose the ability to articulate their rage at all the men who have ripped them off and excluded them from the soft levers of power.

The drudgery that stems from their learned helplessness doesn't only ensure that we're doing work they don't want to do. It's also shutting us out and shutting down our resistance. It maintains our appearance in the eyes of young women as irrelevant and boring. It makes us really damn easy to ignore and manipulate. Directed to capitalism-friendly self-care until we truly believe we inhabit a dog eat dog world where the elbows must be out or the family ship will sink, be trampled in the societal rush towards smoother faces and larger cars.

I'm tired. 

Yes, I know that I should stop scrolling instagram if i'm so tired but also, if you're thinking that but you're not a woman single parenting young children while working a full time job than you can get fucked.

Monday, 25 September 2023

Solo mama role models

I had a bit of an emotional time last week, post-summer blues and despair at how behind I feel with everything. The house seems to be sliding inexorably further away from decent-enough-to invite-people-over. I've got drawers in the kitchen whose contents keep spilling out because the front has fallen off and I can't figure out how to get it back on. The garden is sprawling with weeds, broken furniture and unloved pots (good job I like unkempt gardens, ha!) My bills are eye-watering and consistently outpacing my salary. And work seems to be piling up faster than I can tackle it too.  

Generally feeling overwhelmed and in failuresville, then, and that was before I started reading all this stuff about how single mothers have health problems and reduced life expectancy, even when controlling for poverty (I'm still very much luckier in that regard than most single mothers!) because of all the stress and depression.

What does one do when it all feels too much? I started casting around for role models,

Tuesday, 23 November 2021

Day 72: Nanny McPh*$%

72 days......that's 2.4 months. How much is a respectable amount to have written in 2.4 months? How much was I planning to have written in 2.4 months?  You know the expression, 'When life gives you lemons, make lemonade'? Well the fact is that making any kind of juice is a lot like writing.........you get through a whole pile of raw material, put in a load of work, and get a tiny dribble of juice plus a ton of waste for your efforts. It's not clear its even worth it, especially when juice in a carton is so cheap! 

Monday, 1 November 2021

Day 49: Half term etch-a-sketch




It's another one of those mondays where I sit before an enticing browser, trying to remember who I am, what I was meant to be doing, what it's all about........half term happened. And actually it was wonderful, busy, full of love and laughter with friends and family. There was mountain climbing, karaoke, a hedgehog, ghost biscuits, crazy golf, water sliding, trick-or-treating, and one slightly hair-raising adventure getting lost on a small Welsh island. I'm lucky to have a lot of great people in my life and my children are hilarious. It's all been highly effective at wiping my brain clean of all thoughts, worries, and ideas about my book. In fact, I feel borderline pre-linguistic at this point. I'm thinking in emojis. It's time to drag myself back on the horse. Goals time.

Half term marks my half-way point: 50% of my leave is gone. Only 11 short weeks left till I'm back to teaching, with christmas to fit in there somewhere too. Cue the emoji with the clenched teeth. I need to pick up the pace.

Chapter five is actually going pretty smoothly, and I think I can have it nailed this week if I go hard at it. That will make four chapters finished (one, two, five and seven) and four to go (three, four, six and eight). Three should be finished as well, I've been agonising over it needlessly, but I know that at crunch time I can see it off. So I can sort of say I've nailed five out of eight, if I want to haggle with myself pointlessly, which I do.

Of course, there is also a thesis to examine, and then a pile of external examining work, and my final project supervisions........but if I squint my eyes hard enough they go invisible and it will all be okay. I think I can do it. But I need to go dig out a heavy duty leash...................

Monday, 27 September 2021

Day 14 - Emollient gamification challenge


 

Another monday morning rolls around. I find it so hard on mondays to snap back into philosopher mode, after a weekend of refereeing squabbles and the mad dash to locate water bottles that is a monday morning. I tend to feel pretty shell shocked by the time i get in from the school run, and the fact that is was pouring with rain so i had to locate wellies and raincoats as *well* didn't help. It was a lovely weekend, actually, the kids were on good form and we had a cosy sunday with lots of stories and cuddles.

Thursday, 31 March 2016

Passing cuddles down the generations (and what else besides?)


Did you know, a mother’s love is so strong that the power of her kiss can be felt many generations after it happens? It is true of rat mother love, at least. In 2004 Michael Meaney's group published the results of a study showing that the nurturing behaviour of a mother rat brings about physical changes in her babies that are subsequently transmitted to grandchildren too. It is a fascinating example of an epigenetic effect – a change that is passed across cellular or organismal generations, even though there is no change to any DNA sequence.

Tuesday, 1 March 2016

Toddler food fads

 


My nearly- three year old has been through some odd food fads. At the moment he is going through a stage where he prefers not to eat food items that are mixed in with each other. He suddenly only eats salads of the 'deconstructed' variety.