In 2007 I went to a thermal bath in Budapest on a women’s only day. I found myself surrounded by naked middle-aged Hungarian women. They had flab, tummies, hair in places where hair grows on women, cellulite, and scars. All the normal signs of being women of their age.
I have never felt so silly and self-conscious wearing a swimming costume.
Everyone was minding their own business. Being naked was normal. It felt empowering. I was torn between my desire to tear my pointless swimming costume off, and my British upbringing and self-consciousness about my body.
My British upbringing won.
The most beautiful, special baby in the whole world is here. I’m so proud. Can’t you see how perfect he is?
I must enjoy these moments because he is so amazing.
I am enjoying these moments
I need to sleep
Why can’t I sleep?
I finally sleep, but after a few minutes the doorbell rings. I am angry that my partner lets them in, and wakes me up. He should have told them to go away. The midwife (not my midwife the one that covers for her) and a trainee one. They don’t comment that my baby is the most…
I’ve become one of those people, I never understood before I had children.
My childless brother sent me a message:
“Do you, your toddler and partner want to meet me and my wife at 1.30 pm in the park on Sunday?”
I laughed. What a ridiculous suggestion. Of course, I can’t meet them at that time.
The problem: it is the toddler’s nap time. Therefore we can not possibly leave the house then.
Before I had my own baby, I was always puzzled by parents who would plan their lives around their child’s nap times. Why I would wonder can…
Breastfeeding is a normal unremarkable act that women do everyday to feed their babies. At least it should be.
I am unsure whether I should publish this article because it only serves to perpetuate the myth that breastfeeding in public is a “thing”. So I will start with the positive. The only comments I had received when breastfeeding in public places before this incident were:
What should you do if you publish a piece in one publication, but then get an offer from a different better publication?
I’ve been thinking about this since I published a story without a publication. I thought I had added it to one before hitting the publish button, but I am not always that good at pressing buttons. It was a fun piece I had written quickly after receiving a text from my brother. Not one of the more serious stories I spend hours agonising over, so I wasn’t that bothered.
To my surprise within a few hours, I received…
One day I met my friend who is a childminder in our local playground. She had five children in her care, between the ages of about 18 months and 5 years. She allowed them all to run around freely. Her own daughter, one of the youngest, was up on the climbing frame, some distance away from her. My friend was chatting to me, not concentrating on the children’s every move.
I was shocked but inspired.
I was one of those parents who hovered over my son in the playpark to make sure that he didn’t fall off the climbing frame.
In the thermal bath, it was a women-only day. Everyone was naked apart from us. They were all older women whose bodies showed their age. They had flab, rolls of skin, stretch marks, tummies, and everything you would expect. No one cared or was paying much attention to anyone else.
My friend and I, at the time skinny 20 something-year-olds, were the only people with swimming costumes. We felt self-conscious with our pointless covers.
How empowering would it be to strip down and walk amongst these women? To feel no shame or embarrassment at others being able to see my body.
Alas, our British and American upbringings held us back. Can anyone relate?
As a mother, internet forums often make you feel judged and on edge, fearing you may do something wrong.
They say there is a right and wrong way to do everything. You must breastfeed your baby. You must get your baby to ‘take a bottle’. You must sleep train because if they don’t sleep 12 hours straight their brain won’t develop. Your baby will be scarred for life if you sleep train, don’t leave them to cry for even a second. It’s best not to go back to work so you can stay at home with your baby. …
I keep reading articles about “Karens,” and they infuriate me. There are so many otherwise interesting articles peppered with “Karen” as an insult. They make me want to throw something at the screen in disgust.
I was surprised to find the name Karen has become an insult. Karen, as most people know, is a common female name. It is a Danish version of the very common Katherine. It was in the top ten baby girls' names in the 1950s and 1960s in the United States. …
In my fantasy I am alone in a hotel room on a beautiful clean bed with white sheets. I can sleep for a whole night with no one touching me. When I wake up in the morning glorious sunshine will be streaming through the window. I’ll get up and go to eat a leisurely help yourself eat all you can buffet breakfast. Then I will go and explore the island in the sunshine at my own pace. I’ll go to the beach and walk through the vineyards and fruit trees. The weather will be warm, so I can wear shorts…
I live in Scotland and I am a (biased) mother to the most beautiful boy in the world.