There are some struggles with motherhood that no one really prepares you for. And I am not talking sleepless nights and complete loss of privacy here.
I talk about the struggles you face when your kids develop their own taste and it is completely different to yours.
“It is a phase!” is what people tell me, and I cling on to that hope like a drowning woman. Because right now all my daughter wants is pink, glitter and unicorns. And if you know me just a little, pink, glitter and unicorns are not my style.
They used to be though, as I faintly remember. When I was around six, I had set my heart on having a princess party for my birthday, and I wanted a pink dress and pink glitter and a plastic crown to wear.