I wish I was that mother.
You know, the beautiful one with the perfect hair and makeup.
I wish I was that mother who arrives for ballet class on time.
I wish I was that mother who takes her child to an eye test at the hospital – and actually remembers to bring their glasses.
I wish I was that mother with the tidy, immaculate house and the full fridge.
I wish I was that mother who gets invited to parties.
I wish I was that mother who has the time to sit down in the evenings with a glass of wine and her husband, without having to stare at a computer screen.
I wish I was that mother who can always stop what she is doing and be with her children.
I wish I was that mother who gets enough sleep to function like a normal human being.
I wish I was that mother who finds the time to go to the gym.
I wish I was that mother who cooks healthy food for her children from scratch.
I wish I was that mother whose children always look immaculate in their beautiful dresses and brand new shoes.
I wonder if she wishes that she could breastfeed.
I wonder if she wishes she could carry her baby instead of using a pushchair.
I wonder if she wishes that she could have had another baby.
I wonder if she would love to be able to eat lunch with her children every day to teach them to behave well at the table.
Perhaps that mother is battling depression.
Perhaps that mother doesn’t have anybody to go home to.
Perhaps that mother is always on time for ballet class because it’s the only time she speaks to anybody all week.
Perhaps that mother is struggling financially.
Perhaps that mother doesn’t have a good relationship with her family.
Maybe her children don’t get to see their grandparents.
Maybe she would go out without makeup on if she had the confidence.
I’m the first to admit that I am an epic failure at life in general. I know I’m getting it all wrong.
So it’s easy to look at other people and assume that things are easier for them.
Sometimes, I need to take a little step back and realise that everyone has got their own battles to face.
I’m probably the least sociable person I know. I could go for months without speaking to anyone, and that would be just fine.
But I’m going to try a little bit harder to give people the time of day.
After all, some people need to socialise. I could be the only person someone gets the opportunity to speak to all week.
I’d hate to think my own propensity towards being a miserable sod could ruin someone else’s day.