You know when you were younger, and your mum always made a point of making you wear sensible shoes? Or swore it was cold and you would need a jacket? Yet, you always thought the high and mighty powers of childhood knowledge were far superior to what your mum knew.
It surely wouldn’t be thaaat cold today!
I will be fine in these strappy, clacky shoes even though its pissing it down outside!
Mum, you don’t know what you’re talking about, you don’t even know what fashion is anymore!
And then, every single time. She was right! And you would have to spend the rest of your night refusing the fact you were cold, despite feeling like you were about to shatter from the arctic temperatures your poor little toes were enduring.
And then, one day… she gives up. She stops telling you to not wear things… Or that you will need a jacket… Or that you really shouldn’t dye your hair permanently to a subtle shade of fire engine red!
There comes a point where mums pass you over to the harsh cruelty of the world, where you find out about your bad fashion choices via your best friend telling about the conversation she overheard in maths, or by the blatant stares when you walk into school rocking your new ‘do’.
But that doesn’t mean this motherly wealth of knowledge still isn’t there, to be readily tapped into at any point. Mums know things. Things, us mere mortals could never even dream of knowing! It’s like they get this magical bible of knowledge, only the secret mum’s club has access to, that has the answer to every problem. Ever. Have a red wine stain on the most uncommon material known to man? She will know the solution! Have some weird lump or bump that appeared yesterday? She knows what it is! Don’t know how to express your disgust for people in a professional, passive aggressive way in the workplace? She has the perfect email already prepared!
Having moved across the world to live independently at the age of 18 made me appreciate this magical wealth of knowledge so much more. Just a text away, my mum could answer and help with all the problems I faced, from washing and cooking to people and houses. Not to mention, I have come to love a good pair of sensible shoes! That little voice in the back of my head always makes sure I have a coat, scarf and comfortable footwear before embarking on a big day out. Thanks mum!
So maybe, when the day comes that I get inducted into the secret mum’s club and have bestowed upon me the knowledge of the world, I will finally have my shit together. I will always have tissues and plasters in my bag, comfortable, supportive shoes on my feet, and the knowledge of life and love in my head. Until then though… I am continuing to bumble through my days wishing I had brought a spare hair tie with me, or woken up that little bit earlier to pack my lunch. But I know, mum is always just a phone call away…
And then there is Dad… But that’s a story for another day!