Having children is wonderful. But it can also rock your foundations and make you feel like the most useless person in the whole wide world. I know that's harsh and I'm sure there are people out there who find it rewarding all the time and never feel undermined by others and never feel like a complete failure as a parent. If you do exist perhaps you could tell me how you do it? I'd love to know.
Currently I'm trying to potty train Tilly. She won't sit on a potty or a loo for me, just won't do it. I went through a week where the house stank of wee all the time and I got fed up with mopping it up. She didn't get the hang of it and I decided she wasn't ready. So I stopped. Apparently though she is now ready. I didn't discover this though, her childminder did. I had no idea, but her childminder did. But then again I thought Eliza wouldn't eat pasta with tomato sauce. But she will. For her childminder. I thought my kids cried, shouted and threw monster tantrums, but they don't. Apparently they are quiet, delightful little people. Somewhere between leaving home and arriving at their childminder's or at my Dad's house they transform into compliant, sugar & spice angels.
So I can only conclude that I am simply not very good at being their mother. I don't have the necessary gift that some do, all I can do is love them. I can't encourage Tilly to sit on the loo, I tried this morning and failed so abysmally we all cried. I can't get Eliza to eat good food so I'll continue trying to get her to eat any food.
I wonder if there's a chip that they forgot to insert in my brain when I gave birth. A chip that was pre-loaded with everything you need to know, that extra bit of patience you need to have, that extra bit of energy required, that bit of self confidence that seems to be so fundamental to the process of mothering. Such a shame they didn't put it in. I wonder if you can buy them on the internet and have them inserted by some dodgy surgeon wanting to earn a few extra quid.
I love my girls more than any other living thing, way more than I ever dreamed possible. But sadly the amount of love you have for them doesn't correlate with the amount of maternal instinct or parenting skill you have. It's a shame. If it did I'd be a bloody brilliant mum.
Currently I'm trying to potty train Tilly. She won't sit on a potty or a loo for me, just won't do it. I went through a week where the house stank of wee all the time and I got fed up with mopping it up. She didn't get the hang of it and I decided she wasn't ready. So I stopped. Apparently though she is now ready. I didn't discover this though, her childminder did. I had no idea, but her childminder did. But then again I thought Eliza wouldn't eat pasta with tomato sauce. But she will. For her childminder. I thought my kids cried, shouted and threw monster tantrums, but they don't. Apparently they are quiet, delightful little people. Somewhere between leaving home and arriving at their childminder's or at my Dad's house they transform into compliant, sugar & spice angels.
So I can only conclude that I am simply not very good at being their mother. I don't have the necessary gift that some do, all I can do is love them. I can't encourage Tilly to sit on the loo, I tried this morning and failed so abysmally we all cried. I can't get Eliza to eat good food so I'll continue trying to get her to eat any food.
I wonder if there's a chip that they forgot to insert in my brain when I gave birth. A chip that was pre-loaded with everything you need to know, that extra bit of patience you need to have, that extra bit of energy required, that bit of self confidence that seems to be so fundamental to the process of mothering. Such a shame they didn't put it in. I wonder if you can buy them on the internet and have them inserted by some dodgy surgeon wanting to earn a few extra quid.
I love my girls more than any other living thing, way more than I ever dreamed possible. But sadly the amount of love you have for them doesn't correlate with the amount of maternal instinct or parenting skill you have. It's a shame. If it did I'd be a bloody brilliant mum.
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