"I am not super mum, I am not super mum" I mutter under my breath when the stresses and strains of the day start to take over. Hell, I'm not even a perfect parent... I'm not even sure what one of those is, or if they even exist. I am just a standard mum, no thrills or superpowers here, just the ability to love my children unconditionally, even when they are really trying my patience!
Parenting is hard enough work without trying to strive to be the "perfect parent" or the "super mum" (or dad!)
There are days when I feel I have done a wonderful job with my children, where I have managed to do some activities with them, and helped them with their homework, or sat and read a book to them. These are the days when I pat myself on the back, and say well done me! However there are also the guilty days, and to be fair with three children I seem to have more guilty days than wonderful ones.