I have mentioned before that I attend
a breastfeeding support group every Tuesday morning and how much I like
Maybe I have also mentioned I
jokingly refer to it as my Group Therapy. Because it is.
And one week I really used it as the
There was a good old rant at the
start of business and I’m afraid I took the floor.I let it all out and probably scared a couple
of new mums into the bargain.
But by god I felt better after
And what’s more, I found I was not
alone in my feelings.That’s why I love
group so much – we none of us are afraid to let another know they are not
rowing the boat alone.
I don’t mind sharing my rant here
with you today because it was my rant and also because my seven year old
impressed the hell out of me.
I am not proud of my rant nor am I
not proud of the fact it was in front of my seven year old.
But I am incredibly proud of him and
To my eternal shame I was brushing
his teeth with more vigour than was strictly necessary and telling him how I
need help in the evenings, how he knows I
am always busy in the evenings trying to get everyone ready for bed; it is not
easy, I don’t enjoy it.I don’t enjoy
shouting at them and it’s hard.I’m
tired, it’s the end of the day and I need some help.
I put to him my favourite comparison;
“How would you like it if you had four mothers shouting at you over and over
again?”I explained in my shite parenting
moment how difficult I find it when the four of them are doing the same thing to
me of an evening.
He listened but I could see increasing
anger and frustration in his eyes, then he literally raised his hand and swiped
the toothbrush away.
He looked straight at me, clenched
his fist and demanded; “So why don’t you
do something about it then?”
He completely floored me.
Knocked the breath from my body with
that one furious statement.
How come sometimes the child is
smarter than the parent?