We’ve read the books and posted on the online forums. We’ve chatted to the PHN and brought it up with the GP. We’ve tried the charts, the games and the little songs that claim to help
We’ve read the books and posted on the online forums. We’ve chatted to the PHN and brought it up with the GP. We’ve tried the charts, the games and the little songs that claim to help. We are exhausted from trying and have reached the point where admitting defeat is perhaps the kindest thing we can do for ourselves.
Sometimes despite our very best efforts things just go a bit pear-shaped while raising these tiny humans. These mums have struggled with a particular issue or behaviour for a huge length of time. They have recently admitted defeat and they are one hundred times happier for it.
Who knew that acceptance could bring such joy?
- My middle child detests vegetables. Her two siblings are great eaters which makes it even worse. I weaned her the very same way and she point blank refuses to eat vegetables. I’ve cut them into funny shapes, I’ve encouraged her to help me prepare them and I’ve offered every vegetable under the sun. She does not like vegetables and it is something, at least for now, that I have accepted for my own mental health. The trying and the stress was taking over every single meal time.
- We are a really playful family. Everyone is full of chat and shyness has never been an issue. That was until my baby came along. He is now five years old and is, without doubt, the shyest child in his class at school. We have tried drama classes and I even considered play therapy for a while. I’ve now made peace with the fact that my beautiful child is simply shy in personality and I don’t need to change that.
- I’m a stay at home mum with three kids. Two of which are at home and not at creche or play school. In theory, I should have a house that is clean, tidy and a laundry basket that is empty. I’ve recently accepted that I simply cannot do it all. I’ve accepted defeat, hired a cleaner and we are so much happier as a result. Stress and guilt have been replaced by more park dates and babychinnos.
- My son is not a sleeper. He’s almost four and it’s been an issue since he was born. We’ve tried everything (including a sleep consultant) and nothing has worked long term. Accepting his sleep pattern and making the most of our time together as a family has made a huge difference to our quality of life.
- I want to be the mum who lies on the floor crafting for hours. Truly I do. I love the idea of it in my head but in reality, it’s just not my thing. These days I accept myself for who I am and enjoy all the beautiful arts and craft pieces that arrive home from playschool.
Written by Tracey Quinn staff writer at Family Friendly HQ.