For a long time I’ve thought about writing this blog, or a book. A blog seemed like a better place to start, so here I am!
Of course every blog needs a name. I wanted to shy away from anything that involved mum, as I don’t feel my blog is a place for motherhood advice. I toyed for a long time with different ideas that involved the number three, but none fit.
Then out of no where it struck me. I actually came up with this name 2 years ago. “Extraordinarily ordinary”.
Quite a lot and I don’t want to sound like I’m bragging but people will hear about our three boys. Then they’ll hear that my husband is home for basically 2 days a week and they’ll say something along these lines. “I don’t know how you do it? You are amazing!”
Truth: I don’t feel amazing, I feel pretty much like any other mother out there. I love my kids. I would do anything for them. I also lose my sh*t on the daily. I sometimes pretend to listen after one of the kids has been speaking about their latest obsession for 20 mins straight. I try to keep a clean house, but sometimes it’s a mess and the bare minimum gets done.
Almost every mother in the world could do what I do, because just like me, you wouldn’t know any different. I often think it’s almost a blessing in disguise that all three boys are on the spectrum. We haven’t got anything to compare them to. They are just normal to us.
Sure, it would be easy enough to go down the road of “why me? Why us? It’s not fair” and I have those moments. But I don’t unpack my bags and stay there.
Everyone’s story is different, not less hard. This has got me through some tough times. Just because Patrick can’t talk, doesn’t make my life any harder than the mother who is dealing with a hormonal teenage girl, or the parents who’s son has just been sent to hospital, or even the new parents who can’t get their baby to sleep. We only live our own lives and know our own stories. Everybody is doing it tough, it’s certainly not a competition and not one I want to win if it was.
It would also be easy for me to become bitter and jealous. I sometimes do see other children doing things I wish my kids could do, but it’s far more satisfying to take delight in others success than to envy it.
So to sum it up, the name is exactly what I think my family is extraordinarily ordinary.
Lastly the second most asked question I get is “how do you cope?”
Its wine, lots of wine,