Things no-one tells you about being a grown-up
No-one ever really *feels* like a grown-up: When I was younger my friends and I often used to quiz our parents about when they felt that they were, officially, an adult. My friend’s dad always used to say that even on their wedding day he felt like it was all an elaborate game. Fast forward a couple of decades, and I really see his point. it’s not that I don’t feel old enough – some days I feel about 80 billion, with the eye armour to match – I just often feel like there must be some kind of a more responsible person around. Somewhere.
And everyone is basically winging it too: Life, motherhood, anything really – everyone makes it up as they go along (I reckon).
That a proper bra fitting is life-changing: Seriously! I didn’t get a proper fitting till my very early 30s, and it was amazing. One of my clients at the time was a major bra retailer where they are so skilled they can fit you by eye, and when I went to try it out for myself it turned out I’d been doing bras wrong for years. You always have a narrower back than you think. Having ones that fit properly changes everything. It sounds really trivial, but is not at all.
You can make your own decisions, but your mother was (usually) right – Oh, the heady freedom of buying your own brand of butter and bread when you go to university…it all starts there. As a grown-up you can go to bed when you like, but your mum was right – it is better to get an early night (and early night does not mean faffing on your phone until midnight. Note to self).
It’s OK to buy your own flowers, and you really should: Although nothing beats having flowers bought for you – especially the meaningful, romantic ones, and you should always be that girl on the tube with a giant bouquet and an even bigger smile at least once – you should totally buy them for yourself. Nothing’s more cheerful and cheap than a £1 bunch of supermarket daffodils. It’s that time of year, so you should buy loads.
The brilliance of the post-birth vagina chat: Motherhood is a great leveller for social barriers, especially where the things you’d previously considered embarrassing are concerned. After giving birth, smear tests are a breeze. And you now think nothing of singing, loudly, in public, or walking down the street doing dance moves in full view of stationary traffic (with a child, obvs). Most of the time, you’re too tired to have any shame. I lost count of the amount of times I went to breastfeeding clinics or baby groups and knew all about the really intimate details of childbirth – all the gory glory, stitches and all – within minutes of meeting other mums. And it’s a topic you’ll always revert back to with your mum friends once you’re half a
bottle (glass) of wine down, along with your post-birth sex life *ahem*. It’s a very instant intimate camaraderie, and it’s great.
But why does it take motherhood to stop all the uncomfortableness? Why is it that women often feel embarrassed to talk about really intimate health-related things, even when you’re a grown-up?
Canesten has launched a campaign to urge us all to get comfortable with talking about the often slightly #awkward topic of female health, and make sure everyone in empowered with all the information about their own bodies and the knowledge of how to take care of them (there’s also a new website with lots of info about the whole weird and wonderful world of intimate bits).
To celebrate the new campaign, I’m giving away a £25 John Lewis voucher. Just use the Rafflecopter widget and leave a blog comment below to tell me – what topic have you ever been embarrassed to discuss? It ends at 11.59 on Sunday 3rd April.
More posts…things no-one tells you about new motherhood, pregnancy, the third trimester and life with two children and two new competitions over on TalkMum – win 5 x 3 months’ supply of Pregnacare and a SwaddleMe bundle.
This post has been supported by Canesten, but all words and thoughts are mine, as always.