There’s been all sorts of talk lately about the Insta Mum. Get them with their shiny houses and perfect lives, constantly making “normal” Mums look bad.
I take offence.
Being an Insta Mum myself, I can tell you with 100% confidence and honesty that some of us just find life easier than others.
It’s hardly my fault that I’m naturally poised, and live a life of seamless dignity.
Just because YOU’RE a shambles of bad hair, poor fashion choices and permanent humiliation, don’t take it out on the rest of us, sweetie. (Sweetie is the sort of word an Insta Mum would use, I think)
While your family holiday photos might be embarrassing, the Insta Mum knows the holiday photos should be perfectly posed and hashtagged. How else are we to inspire envy among our followers?
The Insta-Mum is definitely, categorically not someone who would be photographed:
- with a face that’s sunburned to within an inch of its life
- riding a zip-line while adopting the pose of a frog/someone having a bowel movement
- screaming her head off, or
- ALL OF THE ABOVE
Oh. Hang on…
Yeah. Scrap that. Turns out that I’m never going to be an Insta Mum.
Ah well. The upside is that I have probably found the world’s most embarrassing photo. Unless someone else can top it?
My excuse for this photo is that… well, I have no excuse.
We were on holiday in Mexico earlier this year, and had taken a tour of some of the area’s cenotes. After swimming through some underground caves, we came to this large natural lake, with various ropes and platforms around it.
Flea begged and begged me to go on this zip line with her. So, I found myself jumping off a rock, 25 feet above a freezing cold body of water. Needless to say, my natural grace and dignity kicked in. Thank GOODNESS there was a photographer there to capture it, eh?
As a contrast, allow me to share a photo of my daughter taken one minute later.
Like I said, some of us are just born with natural grace, dignity and poise. Flea is an Insta-Mum in the making. She also laughed so hard at my photo that she fell off her chair. Twice.
My theory here, though, is that NOBODY is really, truly an Insta-Mum. Sure, some of us do an awesome job of taking pretty photos and curating them into an Instagram feed. But it’s JUST an Instagram feed.
As real, three-dimensional people, we’re all equally fallible. And we’re all (I hope) equally willing to make ourselves look like complete idiots to make our kids happy. Am I right, fellow insta mums?