I used to be Supermum. Correction – I used to try to be Supermum. Desperately. Of course I was always stressed and overwhelmed, forever trying to outdo myself. Supermum was like a mirage that slipped away ever so slightly every time I felt it was within my grasp. It took a disastrous birthday party for me to realise that maybe it was time to let her go.
My ten year old came home today asking for a Facebook account. I was caught off-guard, and not as well-armed as I would’ve liked to be. “Isn’t there a minimum age, sweetie?” I asked hopefully. “Yes, 13, but everyone puts in a fake birthday and they never find out,” she said with great pride in the ingenuity of her generation.
And so the following week rolled around. This time I walked into the class feeling ready and confident, like a well prepared student.
There is no end to research these days. And although research has led to many advancements and much comforts in our lives, some of the seemingly straightforward tasks of yesterday have turned into vast areas of study with as many experts as opinions.
You must have heard of the analogy ‘packed like sardines in a can’. Have you ever experienced being one though? Well, I have.