Ok, so starting a blog a couple of weeks before having my second baby probably wasn’t the best idea I’ve ever had. Clearly I’ve not been able to commit much time to building the blog, I have a tonne of half written posts (about pregnant and post pregnancy fashion, what it’s like having two kids, my house renovations etc etc) but no time to finish them. I will get round to it soon, I promise!
But in the meantime, something happened today and it really got me thinking so much so that I can’t NOT post about it immediately!
Traditionally Indian babies wear teeny gold and black braclets and dax has a beautiful pair that my parents bought for Bella when she was born. Anyway, I digress. One of the hooks unfortunately got caught on my jumper last week and snapped so today dax and I dropped in to the local jewellers to get it repaired.
As soon as we entered I could tell the shop owner was going to be rude. Instead of welcoming me into his shop, he moaned I accidently left the door open (which I then closed immediately) and seemed annoyed that I that I had bought my buggy in *insert rolling eyes emoji lol. Anyway I showed him the bracelet and asked how much it would cost to repair, he ignored my question, walked into the back room of the jewlllers and emerged a good 5 mins later. I was stood there awkwardly for 5 mins! He didn’t say where he was going nor did he acknowledge my question about how much the repair was going to cost. Anyway after reappearing with a cup of tea in his hand, he had ignored me to make fcukin tea!!!!! He said ‘what do you want’ ermmmmmm so I repeated my question about the repair again, he glimpsed quickly at the bracelet and said ‘£50’… for one tiny flipping hook! £50! Clearly I asked him to take a proper look (from experience it should have been max £20) and he let me know in no uncertain terms that I wouldn’t know what the price of gold is as I’m just a mum. I was so so soooo close to explaining to him that infact I am quite aware of the price of gold, having worked in the city for investment banks for 10 years I have a pretty good idea of metal prices, but I decided to instead just walk away.
You see, having kids has taught me so many things. My skin is so much thicker than it has ever been before, I pay no regard to people’s opinions of me and I am far more tolerant of other peoples views and ideas. Him being so rude and dismissive just cemented the harsh reality of opinions that a lot of people have, this archaic notion that you are suddenly less capable because you are a mother. It seems absurd to judge someone on the basis of their procreational activities but clearly it’s happening. This man assumed that because I was a mother, I wouldn’t know the price of gold! It seems ridiculous even typing that!
But this got me thinking, all those eye rolls that I brush off when Bella is screaming about wanting a kinder egg, the tuts I dismiss when my buggy accidentally knocks into something and the stares I receive when I breastfeed my baby in public (with a breastfeeding cover on, why stare?!) When did people become so judgemental? I pride myself having a really open mind, each to their own and all that, but really I genuinely would never ever question someone’s choices. That’s not my responsibility, nor is it my place to do so. I’m shocked at how quick people are to draw conclusions on others based solely on their appearance or how they appear.
It frightens me that some mums cross analyse other kids with so much vitriol. Judgement on how they dress, how they feed eat, what they eat, their conversational ability, if they can count… I could go on forever! I don’t feel that anyone should be allowed to judge anyone else let alone mums, we gotta stick together girls! All this competitiveness is doing no one any favours. Do we really want our daughters to grow up seeing us bitch, moan about everything and everyone?! It’s our responsibility to show them the light. 2016 has been a rough ride, brexit/trump, but this future gen are our only hope. Let’s not pollute their innocent minds with vindictive, bitter emotions. I genuinely believe that a happy and content mother = happy and content babes. Simple maths!
So rather than being annoyed about the jewellers inability to understand that a mother can have a couple of brain cells knocking about, I pity him. I hope that he doesn’t look at wife in such a negative context and I certainly hope that if he has a daughter that he doesn’t bring her up with such dated views.
Apologies for the ranty post, it just really made me think. Anyway, normality will resume soon with a fash blog or something a little more light hearted!
Peace and love peeps ✌🏽️