Words of Wisdom from an anoymous guest blogger…
You’ve all heard of the Thermomix right? It’s the kitchen appliance of the moment and one that seems to have inundated my Instagram feed. It’s so popular among those that I’m following, that the usual pictures of babies doing things that only their parents think are cute have been replaced by pictures of food. Meals that have been weighed, chopped, cooked, stirred, and served by the Thermomix. All in under 20 minutes! Well, that bit isn’t always true but it’s not far off.
Given its popularity it wasn’t long before I was invited to a Thermomix party. You know the party I’m referring to. Friends and family are invited to view/road-test the products in the comfort of a home. You usually come away with a bunch of stuff you didn’t know you needed, but because of you, the host gets a free cookbook and a set of steak knives. Sounds like the perfect Friday night, right? Well, despite all of this I jumped at the invitation. Secretly I was just itching to get out of the house and catch up with my friends. There was definitely a part of me that wanted to know more about this kitchen appliance though.
Fast forward a few days and I’m in my friends kitchen. It was party night! We were all sitting around this shiny silver machine watching it do its thing. And then something that I had not expected to happen, happened.
“You can make your own mince in just a fraction of the time it used to take”said the host.
Did I just hear right? Make your own mince? Like the stuff I purchase at the butcher or in a wrapper at the supermarket? As the conversation went on it became apparent that people make their own mince. To avoid feeding any nasty’s to their children. Which is great. The best even. But for that split second my mind went to all sorts of dark and desperate places. I was overcome with mother’s guilt. My parenting skills were on the line here. If what I think is mince is not, then what are my children most probably eating right at this very moment!? Am I poisoning my kids? How did I not know this? Could I be the only one who does this? How will I find the time to make my own mince when there are days I barely manage dinner at all!?
In that moment I desperately wanted to call my husband. I wanted to scream down the phone, “Stop the kids from eating right now! I thought it was mince but it isn’t. I bought it from the store!” But I didn’t. Instead, I just sat there feeling like the worst mother in the world hoping they couldn’t notice I was different from them. Do you think they know I’m one of those? Those store-bought-mince mothers.
I didn’t buy a Thermomix that night. Not because I didn’t think it was worthwhile. It’s impressive. I can see why it’s revolutionising kitchens. But the Thermomix actually taught me a lot more about parenthood than it did food that night.
Being a parent is hard. It’s the hardest job I’ve ever done. On a scale of 1 to 10, it’s 1000. And of course it’s worth it! But its times like my “mince moment” that make me question my credentials for the job.
Parenting isn’t a popularity contest. I don’t need to be doing the same thing as everyone else for my parenting to be validated. Sure when you’re uncertain, there’s a comfort in being the same. Strength in numbers and all that. But in the wise words of mothers all over the planet, “Just because they’re all doing it, doesn’t mean you have to!” That’s a lecture we’ve all heard twice over. And it ends with something about jumping from a cliff! I don’t suggest you do that! I do suggest that it’s ok to be different. Just like our children. Our shoe sizes, our hair colour or the way we have our coffee. Our approaches may not be alike, but our goals are the same. And that’s what really matters. Instead of focusing on our differences, maybe we should be shinning a light on all the important things that as parents, make us similar. I’ll start…we all love our children.
You like homemade mince, I like store bought mince. Let’s call the whole thing off!