What????? All I said was I quite fancied getting my hair cut into an ultra cool bleached blonde bob, a bit like Angelina Jolie (yep I admit, I have a bit of a thing for her) rocked once … and I was met with horrified statements from my girls of “but you’ll look like a mum!” My son, who is less outspoken, as he has learnt to be in a house with two big sisters, just simply shook his head … which I took to mean a big fat no also and an agreement with his sisters.
Now, I’m a little concerned as I’ve been ticking along for the last, let me think … SIXTEEN YEARS … thinking I was a mum. Three Kids … check. Ranting and moaning at three small humans in the house … check. A severe lack of lie-ins … check. Weekends definitely dominated by kids activities and less romantic getaways … check. Money definitely spent on kid stuff and less Chanel items (reference to an earlier post) … check. Not drinking on a Saturday night as have to pick kids up … check (OK that’s mainly left to the husband … I’ve tried but it’s very hard). Would say three small humans calling me mum … check … but they’ve taken to using my name … hmmm … very uncheck!
OK, let’s look at this a little differently … if I wasn’t a mum, would I choose, by choice, actually ever even want to stand in a school playground? … Oh, come on, by actual real life choice? … Yep I’m definitely a mum. If I wasn’t a mum would I have other people’s kids over … really? You would? … Yep, still very much a mum. Go on holiday during the actual school holidays? … Yep … spot the mum. Lie on the sun drenched deck of a beautiful yacht in the Caribbean in a tiny bikini draped on my long elegant brown limbs, soaking up the rays as my husband passes me my fifth raspberry daiquiri of the afternoon … what??? Oh yes, wrong person … wrong life … definitely not a mum … my wannabe psyche playing with me … oh, but can you imagine? I can almost feel the sun on my skin … hear the water lapping at the side of the boat … see the sun glistening on the water … and the peace? … can you hear it? Bliss … but, alas, not a mum … she doesn’t even look like a mum.
Hmm … it feels wrong to give you a quick snapshot comparison here with the actual perceived mum type but let’s just say I don’t think this woman would ever be screeching “IT’S TEN PAST BLOODY SEVEN WHY AREN’T YOU EVEN BLOODY DRESSED YET?” She’s probably got staff, to be fair.
So, why the shock, horror statement from my children about looking like a mum? Can’t we look glam and gorgeous as a mum like the woman on the boat? Can’t we have it both – be a mum and look like a mum but let that be a positive? Do women, by the sheer virtue of having a child, look like a mum and, therefore, forever after, be seen negatively in terms of style? Can’t we change that? Can’t we go and rock it and kick that perception. I’m all over this argument … I want to look like a mum … I’m super proud of being my kids’ mum … so why can’t I own that bob? … wear it with a bit of sass and knock that ‘look like a mum’ negative vibe right back down where it belongs … who’s with me? … just saying.