I am a mother, a long time, over twenty years in fact, although I do
look a mere child myself.
In all that time I have regularly bestowed great wisdom on my children.
All those years of advice, and do you know what?
I don’t believe they’ve appreciated any of it.
In fact they even think they know better!
Take the other day for example I tackled the very important issue of self esteem.
I said to one of my three daughters, whilst she was scrutinizing her reflection in the mirror,
“you know, I said, I get up every day, and I feel great. Inside I feel 21.
Until I look in the mirror and I’m brought back down to earth with a bang.
So my advice is, Don’t look in the mirror”.
She listened to me and nodded, whilst continuing to stare into the mirror.
A while later she looked at me, in a pitying sort of way, and said “You know Mum, I think you could do with looking in the mirror more often!”
Another time one of my girls was getting ready to go out.
She was wondering which of two outfits she would wear.
In she came to me, as I was lounging in the sitting room.
“Mom, which should I wear?”. Then she hesitated, whilst looking me up and down.
(now I will admit the words “no effort” would have come to mind re my attire that evening),
She then said, “Actually it doesn’t matter”, and off she went calling for her sister.
Whilst I feel my daughters were overly dismissive of my advice in those previous two examples,
I admit that I do have among my great strengths, a few weaknesses.
One is a very poor aptitude for arts and crafts.
While looking at blogs on the internet one night someone had posted a beautiful array of cards and crafts they had made out of ordinary everyday things.
I showed it to my gang and said “Wow, what would you lot say if I made those”.
One replied quickly “I’d say, it’s a miracle”.
The other came over for a look and said “If you were to try to make those Mom,
I’d say, Bless, at least you tried your best!”.
As you can see by my examples my children are on occasions not exactly appreciative of me.
So in an effort to make them love and appreciate me more, I used to say on occasions,
“I’ll not be around forever. You’ll miss me when I’m gone”.
However I have stopped saying this, as they had begun to make a list of how they would remember me.
“Ah Jesus, where’s my keys? Come on lads, anyone know where they are?”.
“Mom, there’s a smell of burning” or “Lovely Mom, what are these supposed to be?”,
“Would anyone have any spare money around, I’ll pay you back”.
“I only put your boots, shoes, runners, jacket on two minutes ago, I was just about to put them in your room again”.
“Ah for fecks sake”.
All this gives me pause for thought.
I remember my mothering of my children as loving, caring and wise.
It would appear I may be somewhat deluded.
How I really will be remembered I shudder to think.
But one thing I do think my gang will say is,
“We had great fun”.