One thing mothers fear the most is the period in their children’s life called “the terrible twos”. I was so relieved when my children became 3, I organised a big party to celebrate it. But, just as I thought I had everything under control, my youngest one, who is now five, is driving me up the wall. She seemed to have forgotten all the things I have taught her, manners have deteriorated, vocabulary became poor and unsuitable, she is always on the go and never listens to me. In another words, she is driving me mad!
Today at 9am when I left them in the school, I was so tired and so stressed I thought I would have a heart attack.
Ironically, the radio played “Sometimes I feel I’ve got to run away... I’ve got to get away” (Tainted love by Soft Cell).
I’m not going to lie. At that very moment I could have run away. Easily! Without looking behind.
But, I’m very persistent – as we , mothers, are - I just put myself together and carried on with life as usual. By the time I was half way through my pile of ironing while watching a film , I was calmer. (My goodness, I seem to be doing this job everyday – I hate ironing!)
One of the characters in the film described to a parent to be what it is like to have children. He said:
-“ It’s awful, awful, awful... And then something magical happens that makes you forget how awful it is. And then is awful... awful... awful... And then something amazing happens again...” And it’s awful... awful...
I couldn’t think of a better definition. I’d just add that these awful moments don’t last for long and the amazing moments really make the whole thing worth it.
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