Tired tales from the parenting coal-face: Mum of two Emily shares stories and solidarity while listening to Let it Go for the millionth time.

Emily Writes: The cruellest thing I've been asked as a mother

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A good mother is a mother who never complains. A good mother is quiet and meek. A good mother never, ever voices an opinion on anything. Photo / Getty
A good mother is a mother who never complains. A good mother is quiet and meek. A good mother never, ever voices an opinion on anything. Photo / Getty

I am blessed with good comments on my website. Generally, everyone is really nice. I occasionally get comments that start with "I feel really sorry for your kids..." and I just trash them. I don't need to hear that garbage. Particularly from people so pathetic they trawl mummy blogs and columns written for parents just to insult the women writing them. I'm not here for that.

But sometimes comments stick with me and they hurt. Not just comments on here (though I'll get to that..) but just comments in general.

I've never really understood the "sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me" adage. Names and words do far worse than break bones: they can stay with you for months, years... forever.

When you think you've moved on from them they wake up with the baby at 3am and sit at the back of your brain. They cloud over your eyes as you try to focus on just enjoying a moment with your children.

So many times I've stood grinning ear to ear watching my son twirling or leaping or singing or drawing and suddenly horrible words said to me months before have jumped into my brain. They sit in my mouth as if I said them myself. I know they're not true. And often the intent was never to hurt me. But they hurt nonetheless. I sometimes physically shake my head to get them to leave.

All parents have to deal with hurtful comments at some point. It seems to just come with the territory. But just because it comes with the territory, and it's common, it doesn't mean it's OK. It doesn't mean we should just accept it.

And cries of "just ignore them!" do not help at all. If we could ignore them - we wouldn't be upset by them. And the "who cares what other people say" often comes from people who say mean, sh*tty things and use that defence. Who cares what they say means who cares what I say and it's so convenient to have no care for the impact of your words...

I've blogged before about my son's health journey. I don't talk about it much. It's difficult to talk about. But his condition is behind one of the most unintentionally hurtful comments I've received, and that's what I want to write about.

I got many comments on the Grateful post that wished for me to have sick children. If I had a sick child I'd shut up. If I had a child with a disability I'd be grateful for my "normal" kids. I was told I was a selfish b*tch who should have a stillborn or have my kid die - then I'd stop complaining. Then I'd be a good mother.

A good mother is a mother who never complains. A good mother is quiet and meek. A good mother never, ever voices an opinion on anything. She lives for her child and never for herself and diminishes herself as much as possible. If children are seen and not heard a good mother is invisible as well as voiceless.

Here's the thing - I knew the people writing those comments didn't have children with disabilities or health conditions because of the language they used. For a start, parents of children with extra needs don't call children without health issues "normal". They don't call children with delays or disabilities "deformed", "dumb" or "feeble". They certainly don't use the term "crippled" or say "if you had an invalid".

Language is important here, and here's why:

Our children aren't their conditions.
Our children aren't their health challenges.
Our children aren't their disabilities.

They are children WITH conditions. WITH health challenges. WITH disabilities. But they're not only that condition, that challenge, that disability. They're not your inspiration. They're not your sad story to tell at coffee group. They're not your thing to shame mothers who share the difficulties of parenting with other parents.

I had many comments and emails from parents whose children are on the spectrum, whose children have disabilities, chronic health issues, and conditions that are both visible and invisible. They all talked about being silenced by others, not being allowed to express pain, frustration, fear, stress.

The shared the constant narrative that they should just be grateful their child is alive (particularly if the child's birth was traumatic and dangerous or the child's condition had a grim prognosis). That they had no right to be anything other than an inspiration to parents of children with health privilege. And if they're not an inspiration, they're a story used to encourage other parents to "be grateful".

I see this a lot. It's isolating enough when you are actually isolated - unable to leave the house at all because of germs and illness or the stares of strangers or the unnecessary comments everywhere you go. "What's wrong with his breathing? It sounds like he can't breathe? Should you have him outside in this weather?"

I once had a woman peer into my buggy and say to my son: "Did Mummy really have to drag you out today when you're so sick? Poor baby!"

But on top of that actual physical isolation - to be further isolated by being shut down every time you try to talk about what it's really like for you on this journey? That sucks. And it's not fair.

And people don't mean to shut others down - but they do. With careless words. And we all do it. I've said way more than my share of sh*tty things. But I do my best to really listen when I hear what hurts others and make sure I don't repeat and use words and phrases that I know hurt.

My most hurtful thing that was said to me, that still comes up all the time in my head, and I know the person didn't mean it the way I took it - but intent isn't magic - was when I was pregnant with my second. I was asked:

"Do you hope it's not like Eddie?"

For a second, I couldn't even work out what they were trying to say. Of course I want my baby to be like Eddie. Huh? He's perfect.

And then I realised. Oh, you mean, do I hope my child doesn't have the same condition he does?

I think I was so numbed by the phrasing that I kind of just hurriedly said something like, it's not genetic apparently, in any case, we would just deal with whatever happens.

Every now and then I watch my babies play and that comment pops into my head and I think, oh gosh, I hope so.

I hope my baby is bold and brave and kind and generous and strong and compassionate and sweet and gentle. I hope he can't say "M"s and he says bechanics for mechanics and bachines for machines. I hope he loves twirling. I hope he shakes when he's excited. I hope he falls over his words when he just can't wait to tell me something. I hope he gently pats adults and children and says "you OK darling?" when he sees someone is upset.

I hope he calls me Dear Mama like Eddie does. And calls his dad Dadam. I hope he has his brother's eclectic dress sense (sometimes). I hope he plays rocket ships and yells out THREE FIFE ZERO.

I hope he loves cuddles and snuggles as much as Eddie. I hope he will be his own person but I'll be so happy if he has Eddie's bravery and joyous, soft, caring nature. I hope he is described the same way Eddie is by the people who love him: A precious, fragile but so resilient, wonderous, loving little soul.

Kids with health problems aren't their health problems.

They're not their disabilities.
They're not their conditions.
Or their disorders.
They're not their speech delays.
They're not their learning difficulties.
They're not their inability to focus.
They're not their feeding tube or their noisy breathing.

They're whole little people who have heaps to offer the world. They're human beings who hear you when you talk about them and the things that are "wrong" with them.

There's nothing wrong with these kids.

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Tired tales from the parenting coal-face: Mum of two Emily shares stories and solidarity while listening to Let it Go for the millionth time.

Emily Writes is a mum of two gorgeous boys under three. Her blog Mama Said took off when she wrote her first post about the ways parents are silenced - it went viral and since then she's been writing about the joy and heartbreak of parenting to a huge audience. Emily lives in Wellington with her husband and they're both really sick of picking Countdown cards and dominoes off the floor of their lounge. Once a week, we will share posts from Emily on what it's really like in the sleep-deprived world of parenting.

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