Whether you are a new mum or an anxious mum-to-be or a frazzled mother of three, this is for you. If you are reading this.


When I was living in a postpartum haze shortly after delivering the baby, I would sink into a low when confronted by the thought of a crying, pooping little human reliant on me for the rest of his life. I had no clue what to do with him, I didn’t know if what I was doing was correct. Because the kid is crying! Again! How do I make him stop? I don’t know! I’m not cut out to be a mother! WHERE ARE THOSE DREAMY MOTHERHOOD MOMENTS?

And when I was so sleep-deprived that I couldn’t walk straight, I felt so helpless. Did I do something wrong? Why isn’t he sleeping through the night? Should I have sleep trained him? Is it his teeth? WHY IS HE UP! AGAIN! URGHS!

But it’s okay. Because I know now what I didn’t know then.


I am a fantastic mum and I am doing my best, which therefore makes me awesome.
My kid loves me, he is thriving and so full of life and joy, which therefore makes me awesome.
My husband thinks that I am the best mum and wife in the world, which therefore makes me awesome.

And therefore, YOU ARE AWESOME.

Who cares if that lady’s baby slept through the night at three weeks while yours is still waking up for milk at 3 years? Who cares if her baby eats every single organic meal that she prepares while yours treats his food like art materials and the wall as his canvas? Who cares if that girl is bounding and looks positively glowing despite it being her third trimester while all you want to do is to hibernate in your bed? Who cares if she is taking her newborn out for high-tea while you are still in your jammies that’s full of spit-up and your hair is unwashed for three days?

You are awesome.
You hear me?


And yes, you are welcome.

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