When it comes to our education, we are taught how to navigate every aspect. But what about when it comes to looking after children of your own? How exactly do we figure out how best to raise the little ones we've brought into the world, particularly when so often, we are living away from our own mothers and without a support system?
The result is a generation of women who feel prepared for every other element of their lives, yet feel stumped on how to be a mum.
For me, motherhood came when I had just reached a place in my career that I had worked so hard for. A mixture of fortune, and panic ensued: fortune that I was lucky enough to conceive, swiftly followed by the panic that I would have to step away from the position I so dearly loved. In addition, the reality of motherhood was suddenly upon me.
Finlay arrived and he was incredible, beautiful and fragile. And yet, I was scared: it seemed like everything was changing, and that it was all well beyond my control. My family aren't in London, and I'm an only child. I had friends, but not friends with children, and certainly no friends who were off work in the middle of the day, or who were sleep deprived to the point of distraction.
I'd gone from working at a million miles an hour, surrounded by people constantly, to all of a sudden being at home alone for the very vast majority of each day with this little dude. The truth was that it was tough, and it was lonely - neither of which I could admit. What would that say about me as a mother?