Even though some of my mothering skills came naturally, like realising I could nurse my newborn son, Erato, while walking up the spiral staircase, my confidence as a new mom was hard-won. I always assumed there was a book, or a gadget, or one of Angelina Jolie’s nannies, who knew how to do everything better than I could. Worse, I thought my lack of mothering-nerve was a blemish on the image of the perfect mom I wanted to be. (I hadn’t yet realised that trying to be perfect was ridiculous.) I kept my insecurities to myself and continued to shop for stuff I didn’t need and buy tomes that were better used as stacking blocks.
Then I got a card from an older family friend, and all she wrote was this: “One day you will feel like you know what you’re doing.”
Six years, many mistakes, and another baby boy later, I finally do. But that card let me start to trust myself more every day. Well, dear reader, consider this your own card from an old friend. Confidence, here you come. LONDIWE MASINGA FROM DURBAN