Before you had children, what did you envisage being a parent to involve?
For example, I had pictured it walking hand-in-hand with my children through a woody path of snowdrops and marvelling at the tiny creatures. In reality I am running behind Joseph yelling at him to 'slow down' as he leaps over rocks to find the slugs and worms that he is sure are hiding there; whilst Katie is lolling behind moaning that her legs ache and she didn't want to come here in the first place.
I pictured laying the table with homebaked goodies and healthy snacks. Yes, I do the homebaked thing but am also known to regularly throw down plates of curly fries (bleuch) and fish fingers followed by value yogurts whilst the children moan about the lack of Cornettos and the fact I've run out of ketchup "..again Mummy!"
I know it is hard for girls growing up these days - pressures of fashion dontcha know - but I am sure I didn't sneer at my Mum when I was 10 (14 maybe...) or give withering looks when new clothes were proferred.
The most startling part though is when your child shouts from the smallest room.... "Muuuuum, come and look at this - I've sniffed it and I'm not sure. Come here quick, do you think it's a really really runny poo - cos it is quite sloppy - and if it is, do I have to go into school tomorrow?" A horrifying task though it is, I find myself staring into the toilet bowl and giving my opinion whilst being totally conscious of the fact that I didn't ever see this task in my future and if I had, I certainly wouldn't have signed up for it....
For example, I had pictured it walking hand-in-hand with my children through a woody path of snowdrops and marvelling at the tiny creatures. In reality I am running behind Joseph yelling at him to 'slow down' as he leaps over rocks to find the slugs and worms that he is sure are hiding there; whilst Katie is lolling behind moaning that her legs ache and she didn't want to come here in the first place.
I pictured laying the table with homebaked goodies and healthy snacks. Yes, I do the homebaked thing but am also known to regularly throw down plates of curly fries (bleuch) and fish fingers followed by value yogurts whilst the children moan about the lack of Cornettos and the fact I've run out of ketchup "..again Mummy!"
I know it is hard for girls growing up these days - pressures of fashion dontcha know - but I am sure I didn't sneer at my Mum when I was 10 (14 maybe...) or give withering looks when new clothes were proferred.
The most startling part though is when your child shouts from the smallest room.... "Muuuuum, come and look at this - I've sniffed it and I'm not sure. Come here quick, do you think it's a really really runny poo - cos it is quite sloppy - and if it is, do I have to go into school tomorrow?" A horrifying task though it is, I find myself staring into the toilet bowl and giving my opinion whilst being totally conscious of the fact that I didn't ever see this task in my future and if I had, I certainly wouldn't have signed up for it....
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