It’s funny how different words that to all extents and purposes mean the same can have such different feelings associated with them. For example I’m fairly happy referring to myself as mummy, but both mother and parent fill me with increasing amounts of dread. How can I be a parent? I’m not old enough or responsible enough for that! It makes me think that the image I have of myself is a bit behind reality; after all I am married, own a house and have a proper job – what more do I need to feel responsible? Maybe that will happen as the baby grows up, or maybe it never will. To be honest I’m not sure how much it matters: this must be one area where actions are more important than feelings.
My son – amazing, wonderful and scary!