Welcome to Mums Advice

Tag: Harry

  • One Day A Woman Gave Up Everything For The Man She Loved

    One day a woman gave up her lucrative career that she loved, worked hard for and excelled at as well as earning millions to be with the man that she loves.

    She made the decision, which I am positive was extremely emotional, to pack up her entire life, kiss her loved ones good bye and moved to an entirely different country to be with the man she loves.

    She said goodbye to her single mother who raised her on her own and life as she knew it to be with the man she loves.

    She gave up any ounce of privacy she had once enjoyed and took on the role gracefully and without hesitation to be with the man she loves.

    She is constantly scrutinised, bullied and vilified by the media and is the constant target of relentless racism. The tabloid headlines are vile and sickening to read but the people revel in that kind of hatred toward her but she still shows up, she still smiles for the cameras and she never waivers in her support for her husband. She endures to be with the man she loves.

    She chose to carry the baby that both her and her husband wanted, suffering through morning sickness, extreme hormonal changes, aches and pains and all the added risks of pregnancy when under extreme pressure.

    She was called too fat, too old and too pretentious for protectively holding her growing belly as she grew a human being inside of her, she knew she would no longer be in control of her own body all the while being called a liar who was faking her pregnancy. All to be with the man she loves.

    She went through postpartum anxiety and NEARLY broke down in a public interview, she was not offered love and support from the public instead she was called a drama queen!

    Accused of just being a great actor capable of crocodile tears yet, only after years of having her acting abilities scrutinised, but she continued to be the pillar of strength in the public eye and raising her baby boy, to be with the man she loves.

    The world never bat an eyelid over everything she gave up. The entire world chewed her up, spat her out and then demanded more.

    One day a man said he would not be bullied into playing a game that killed his beloved mum. He and his wife made the choice to put theirs and their childs mental health and well-being first.

    That grown man ,who is very capable of making his own choices, decided to give up his career to be with the woman he loves.

    And the entire world went mad… 🤦‍♀️🤷‍♀️

    #meghanandharry #fangirl

    Credit – ChristieLee – Mum. That’s a bad word

     

  • Dearest Harry Go Be You

    Dear Harry,

    Darling Harry.

    We have watched you grow from a smiley, cheeky little boy, who adored his mother, his brother and his little trio, to one who quickly had to grow up. Overnight.

    We watched , along with the whole world, as your life, your grief and your pain….was blasted all over our television screens.

    We watched you walk behind …that…carriage.

    We watched you, a little 12 year old boy, be expected to keep up with the men around you, and emotionally cope with what you were being faced with. You had no hand to hold. No arms to bury yourself in. No one wiping away the tears you no doubt desperately wanted to cry.

    We watched, little one, as Princess Diana was paraded, slowly, in front of millions. But she wasn’t a Princess to you. She was ‘mummy’. And you suddenly lost the someone who made you smile, laugh, and gave you affection like no other person in your life.

    We watched as the world kept turning. But yours stood still.

    We watched you struggle as a teenager and young adult with this new reality.

    We watched you rebel against the expectations of ‘your lot’.

    We watched you just want to be normal. Despite being reminded that you’re not.

    We watched you push the boundaries of what a member of the royal family could do. Where they could serve. Who they could be.

    We watched as you tried to find fulfillment.

    We watched you establish the Invictus Games, so many charities, and help so many gain purpose back in their lives, when you were still struggling to find your own .

    We watched as you, finally, found someone warm, caring, happy….someone who, like your mother, wasn’t afraid to show you love and affection in public. She loved you, and she didn’t care who knew it or what people thought.

    We watched the press pick her apart.

    We watched you hate them for it.

    We watched you become a husband infront of millions. A much happier man.

    We watched you become a father, and saw how proud you were of your wife and son.

    We watched you protect with everything you have – your own little family. We know why: we saw what happened to your mother. We saw. The media is a cruel, heartless beast.

    We watched as you found your calling. You found who you are. You found more of Harry. And less of the Prince.

    We watched you smile again. A beaming smile. Holding your baby. Holding your wife’s hand.

    We watched you be brave. So brave.

    You’ve given us enough.

    You owe us no explanation.

    We watched as you got a taste of a more fulfilling, quieter, healthier life.

    We watched you shock the world by admitting that, yes, you just wanted to live it.

    As Harry. Meghan. And Archie.

    We watched you say, Prince or not- I am also a father, a husband, and a man. Let me be one.

    And so …

    We will be watching, proudly, as you go off to start your new chapter. You won’t lose us.

    We will be watching, relieved, as you finally get to live your days as YOU choose to. That little boy, with his head down, in his big suit, walking behind his mother’s dead body – that little boy who has had to rebuild his world, do his ‘royal’ duties, and have his mental health dragged through the mud ever since.

    We will be watching – as much as YOU decide we can – intrigued as to what you will get up to. Where you’ll be. What. Who.

    Go …. be strong.

    Go …. be happy.

    Go…. Be….You.

    We will be watching.

    And so will she ♥️ xxxx

    ŠMummy Mumbles 2020

    Credit https://www.facebook.com/mummymumbles/

     

  • A Letter From An Old Mother Of Boys To A New One

    ~ A LETTER FROM AN OLD MOTHER OF BOYS…TO A NEW ONE ~

    Dearest Meghan,

    If you could see my uterus, it’s probably blue. And has a beard. Because this baby factory only makes boys.

    Parenting someone of the opposite sex brings challenges you’re just going to have to adapt to, so as a mother of two humans with Y chromosomes, here are my top tips for mothering males:

    Firstly, it’s true, boys ARE less drama than girls but you know what? They’re harder to keep alive. You’ve basically got yourself a rabid raccoon on speed, Megs.

    Please rethink your standards of ‘safety’. Stock up on Betadine and Band-Aids. My five year old’s favourite toy right now is a mini tomahawk, while my eldest’s latest obsession is firing a cross bow and arrow into an abandoned tyre. Need I say more.

    While we’re on the topic of weaponry, get ready for Frogmore Cottage to be buried in mountains of Nerf gun bullets. On the plus side, they double as really great foam earplugs, which you’ll need to combat the NOISE LEVELS you’re about to experience. So stock up on noise cancelling headphones or learn transcendental meditation. You decide.

    Let’s talk about your wardrobe. Burn all of your white clothes. That is all.

    Most importantly, you must think farts are funny. If you laugh with your son, you’ll all benefit. If you try to get him to stop laughing about them, it will only make matters worse.

    You must also be cool with nudity. My boys strip off the moment they get home from school. Forget everything Oprah and The Dalai Lama ever said – jocks + socks are the true key to happiness. And LOTS of food – get your Duchessy mitts on an Aldi trolley token and go nuts. (My nine year old could go head to head with a Japanese competitive eater.)

    Last but not least: ‘The Grab’. I’m talking about the doodle, the zizi, the King Dingaling – whatever you want to call it. Get used to it being man-handled 24/7. I have literally been forced to utter the phrase “Stop wrapping your penis around your fork.” May the force be with you.

    Yours,

    Lise Carlaw