Whatever
Happened To The Sisterhood?
With so many occasions in life, hindsight
is rarely of any real benefit. Very often it makes you long for what you no
longer have. Perhaps if anything, on a
positive note, it teaches us to try to savour experiences and to enjoy the
moment as we live it. After all, time is a precious commodity and flies by before
we know it. The arrival of offspring only serves to heighten that fact.
From the moment you take your little bundle
of joy back to hearth and home, your time is no longer your own. You’re no
longer at liberty to choose when you wake up or what hours you keep. You’re at
the beck and call of your little dictators. More often than not your
over-riding sentiment is regret and sorrow at your former inability to fully
maximise those many moments you had all to yourself.
You lament your past lack of productivity
and are intent on packing into every passing moment as much as you possibly
can. We’re not talking life-changing experiences or epiphanies here, rather
cleaning, clothes washing and general de-cluttering. Life becomes all about
snatching those rare moments of sanctity when the children are asleep and
cramming as much as you possibly can into them. It’s a time-saving, trolley
dash for task completion.
Is it any wonder then that figures
occasionally appear at the school gates, clad in womens
coats, thinly disguising the pyjamas which they are still wearing beneath?
When you’re not even able to have an unaccompanied trip to the toilet, it’s
hardly surprising that personal grooming may feature fairly infrequently on the
agenda.
It can be hard to prioritise personal
appearance when the promise of the day ahead is time spent with a toddler,
attempting to avert tantrums, clearing up the clutter and avoiding clammy,
chocolate-smeared fingers. Of course, we all know that cleanliness is next to
godliness and that one should have pride in one’s appearance – but try telling
that to the kids.
If your day is to be spent in the company
of children, cosseted in your own four corners, why would you don your very
best dress just to drop off your offspring at the school gates? It begs the
question for whose benefit is this blistering display of togetherness? When
motherhood can be a haranguing and harassing experience, why do we do our best
to suggest otherwise? Whatever happened to the sisterhood we so proudly
defended in our youth?
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xoxo HitomiNeko xoxo
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