What kind of parent do you want to be? I always thought I’d be calm and supportive, and patient. Always teaching my kids about my love of nature. Much of the time I am that kind of parent.
We look at plants
We watch birds
We study the behaviour of animals around us
We go on hikes and look the story the environment tells us
But then there’s the fighting over this
And where she sleeps
And who has to clean this up
With all the screaming and crying about toys, where the cat sleeps, and who has to pick up the mess, let’s just say my nerves are pretty frazzled. And I have a twitchy eye. But I still grit my teeth and try not to yell.
And then my 8 year old, all snuggled into her bed, cozy and warm rolls over to face me as she wakes up this morning. Rather than a gentle “good morning Mummy” she yells out “Fuck off Isla” to her 6 year old sister.
Now where the hell is my valium tea?