Mothers are people too. We get shat on a lot, literally. We’re the last to eat and the first to blame. We are paid in kisses and freshly plucked daisies. Mother’s Day cards would convince us that what we do is priceless, selfless. We have been put on a pedestal so high that we can’t get down, so high that no-one can hear us scream.
Is it vulgar to ask the value of motherhood, like asking how much a gift cost or how much someone earns? I am not embarrassed to tell you I am not priceless. I pay the price to serve these little people: a small piece of my self and soul. A ‘good’ mother needs only her children’s love in return for her tireless service. I am not a ‘good’ mother; I’d like some recognition please.
Mothering is not a hobby. We are not selfless or priceless or perfect. If you ignore us, we feel isolated. If you roll your eyes at us when our kid screams and shouts, we remember long after you’ve forgotten. Mothers are people too.
Words and images: Lynsey Hansford