Not your average Fig Jam, I’m afraid. If you’re looking for a recipe, keep moving. Plus I think only old people eat figs? Happy to stand corrected.

No, this FIG JAM is just a reminder of how well we’re all doing. Parenting is no easy feat, it’s mind numbing, ball breaking, eye bag delivering and exhausting. Every day. Once you’ve signed on the dotted line, there’s no going back. Not that we’d want to, but, well, even if you did, you know, just for a day, you can’t!

So we carry on carrying on. Us parents are resilient buggers. Those tiny tear-aways or rager-teenagers will try every day to break our spirits. The best part is, they don’t even know they’re doing it! However, each day, despite their hormones, back chat and headbutts to the nose, we still feed them, clothe them, drive them to whichever activity they’ve decided to do that week and we tuck them into bed with a kiss on their forehead if they’ll let us.

We may cry, inhale family-sized bars of chocolate and annihilate whole bottles of wine in one sitting just to take the edge off a stressful morning day. However, it is safe to say, we’re not the first and we won’t be the last to resort to such comforts. That is totally normal behaviour.

So when you next find yourself on the brink of self-destruct, just remember, you’re acing the hardest job in the world.

Remember FIG JAM: Fuck I’m Good, Just Ask Me.

 

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