“You’re such a good mum” you told me. Dozens of you. Hundreds maybe.
I read these words over and over after sharing my story about Thud’s sleep issues on social media. I told everyone how I’d discovered his sleep issues stemmed from separation anxiety and I’d started to leave little sketches under his pillow to assure him I was checking on him throughout the night.
You couldn’t have been more impressed with me and I’m not going to lie, it felt frigging excellent. I started to believe you. I felt like maybe I’d finally succeeded at something and began researching Mum of the Year awards I could enter myself into.