So this is a bit of a weird one. 12 years ago I had my first baby around the same time as Giovanna Fletcher. I wasn't really aware who she was but I saw that wedding video and then followed her on instagram as we were expecting babies around the same time.
In the following couple of years I became a SAHM to my son for a few years as DH's more senior job involved a lot of travel and my job involved a commute to London which was no longer possible with a baby.
Meanwhile over this time she started to become famous with first her book then her podcast Happy Mum Happy Baby. The premise of these were about how much your life changes with a child. Yet her Instagram used to constantly show her at events, parties, writing books, travelling to watch McFly. Although she always seemed a decent person and someone who I'd like to be friends with, I used to feel this irrational RAGE towards her. The fact she was writing these parenting books for people like me when I was with my baby ALL DAY EVERY DAY rarely ever going out and her life still seemed like so much fun. She had no clue what it was actually like. How could she speak for me? At one point I even got so crazy as to try and track her likely hours spent with her child versus mine! Clearly all day every day with a baby/ toddler wasnt good for me and looking back I can see this was insane. Anyway I used to console myself with the fact that at least I was putting in so much time and energy with my baby/toddler, never sharing him on social media nor using stories of him to make money. I would have the last laugh!
Anyway I recently saw a video where she is now celebrating 10 years of the Happy Mum Happy Baby podcast. It talks about how many mums she has helped in this time which I have no doubt is correct. She still seems to be loving life and that DS now performs on a West end stage. Meanwhile my DS is wonderful but unhappy, he's really struggled with the transition to secondary and he's quite lonely all day at school. He only has one good friend in his school and noone in his class. He feels like he's invisible by the world and although I've been back at work for a number of years I don't have a career as such.
I think I was always brought up to think that the amount of time and effort you put into something would largely correlate to success but I'm now realising this doesn't happen when it comes to bringing up kids. Every decision I made for years was with my kids at the forefront whereas she made hers with launching her career front and centre. But ultimately she's done something brilliant and her kids must be so proud of her. Mine wouldn't feel the same.
AIBU now to think that Gi had the right idea not me? When it comes to raising kids less is probably more and I got it all wrong prioritising them above all else?