After my little bedtime break-down last week, I was in desperate need of a good old mummy moan. Luckily for me, I have some beautiful friends who aren’t afraid to tell me what I need to hear…
Be it the truth that what we are going through is normal or that they’ve been through it too. It could be something that’s hard to hear, but something I have to hear. Never cruel and always said with nothing but good intentions.
Just saying out loud the issues I was having and my feelings around them was cathartic in itself. Had my friends sympathized with me and nothing more, I would still have felt better but not for long. Nothing would have changed for me. The simple act of them telling me what I needed, not wanted, to hear made me own my shit. Forced me to look at the situation and make a change.
I felt ready to face it all again. Renewed by the truth, I found myself reset. Back to feeling how I used to feel…that I knew what I was doing! That it didn’t matter what anyone else did or thought. I felt like I’d got my control back.
As bedtime crept closer, I remembered what they’d said. The truth I’d heard. I knew what I needed to be for my son and I did it.
I’m not saying that it was all a perfect, delightful experience but I can say that the frustration, upset and general uselessness I’d begun to associate with that time of day had gone. That’s good enough for me!
So, moral of the tale?
Talking is great. Listening is vital.
Truth is essential.
If someone comes to you in need. If someone tells you they are having a problem. Don’t be afraid to tell them the truth. You don’t have to be harsh. It doesn’t have to hurt. Tea and sympathy is amazing but, when the time is right, just say it.
We all need to hear it ❤