Dear Mum,
You know, right now I kind of hate you. You who is often right, you who knows better than I and you who always knows how to magically turn my kids into mirror images of me (Be careful what you wish for? No, too late for that!).
The last 6 years, I have been a mother myself, and you a grandmother. I have made mistakes and learnt from them (and yours) and grown as a whole. Parenting is such a wonderful experience but it is tough…much tougher than I was truly prepared for.
Well, my darling mother, I now understand your frustrations, and I apologies profusely that you had to go through what I am now going through. Yes, my girls throw tanties, but I doubt they are as bad as mine were, or maybe it is just I have found better ways to deal with them, who knows.
I apologise for how sore and tired your ears must be. The chatter of a child is pleasing, except when it is non stop, even when they are asleep. The incessant nature of it is truly nerve breaking and now I understand why you found it hard to deal with. I wish I could go back and sew a zip on my own mouth for you.
I apologise for the cracked record syndrome you seem to have been left with. Saying things over and over and over again is truly boring, and I get that…now. There is only so many times you can say the same thing before you explode!!!!
I apologise for the obvious statements I used to make, or more correctly, for stating the obvious. Yes, I have my own 6 year old now who seems to have inherited this trait from me and I am writing this sitting on the ceiling as that is where I have been driven too (I do anticipate being back on the ground for the next time you visit though).
I apologise for my slothfulness. Oh boy, doesn’t the husband give me a glare when our girls go slow. Even the teachers have noticed that I have my own, dawdling little sloth. What a pain in the neck it is to hear or say ‘hurry up, finish it now, you only have this much time left…’ all day every day.
I apologise for my wonderful timing and offers of help. Yes, my own daughters love to help mummy and daddy, but they too seem to have the ability of making the offer to help just as the task is being completed. Yes, it is nice to have the offer, but it could have come sooner!
I apologise for my messiness and grumbling about keeping my room clean. Oh boy, 2 messy princesses so far, with 3 more to show their true colours in this area! Now, I’m still not the neatest person, but I am working on it and intend on making our new home as clutter free as possible without taking away that ‘lived in by a family’ feel.
Well, my darling mother, you wished that I would one day have a daughter of my own that were just like me, and guess what? I have not 1, but 5 of them!
Happy Mother’s Day. May you have a great, peaceful day, laughing at me for now truly understanding just how a parent feels when their child turns into a terror. You now have your icing on the cake, so enjoy a slice and keep some for me for when I am a grandmother.
