http://patriotboosters.org/?p=178 I get so caught up sometimes in the whirlpool of ‘mum-guilt’. I know it’s ridiculous, but still I gracefully swan dive in headfirst. In my head it sounds something like this…
http://shaved-ice-truck.com/tag/financing/ “I have to work everyday and keep my children at preschool” (Mind translates: I have abandoned my children).
“I didn’t do take home birthday party bags”- Bearing in mind it’s for 100 kids who happen to share the same space at pre-school as Madam President, (75% of them she doesn’t know ) while their parents are working (Mind translates: I’m a terrible mother).
I look at my daughters and feel blessed beyond measure. But at the same time the weight of the responsibility that has been placed in my hands is immense. These little children who are my mini me’s in every way, have my face and have my personality, even have the same legs as me! These little girls are relying on me to show them how to get on in life. To show them how to be a success on whatever path they choose to take. They also need their mum to show them that life isn’t always easy and that as a woman, and as a black woman there are some challenges that they will need all their strength to face. They will still have to fight for equality as they grow. But I hope to instil in them the good that I would like them to receive from all other people. It’s not easy being a parent. Bringing up the next generation. But it’s so worth it. I know that I’ll get some bits wrong along the way, but as long as I give my all, I see a bright future for them. With all that in mind I decided to write them a little letter. Let me know what you think, or if there is anything you would add.
Let me start by telling you a story from my childhood.
I was probably about five at the time, I went into my mum’s room, found the baby powder on the dressing table and cover myself from head to toe with it, paying special attention to my hair. Something that a lot of toddlers do when they are exploring, right. I have numerous photographs of my daughter going nuts with the nappy cream! However this wasn’t about exploring. This was a definite thought out plan at the age of five to try and make myself white skinned and blonde haired, and I remember it like it was yesterday.
I asked Madam President what she loved most in the world…
She said ice cream (shaking my head, right now).
Then after a long pause she added “And cake.”
I replied, “What about Mummy.” She said “URGH! Mummy’s not cake.”
So we’ve definitely made some headway into this first month of the New Year.
At the beginning some of us took the chance to do that something that will make a change. I certainly did. I made that New Year resolution. I was going to exercise and eat super healthy for at least three months, and I was gonna stick to it this time. No. Matter. What. I gave myself the pep talk, I looked in the mirror while eye of the tiger played in the background, shadow boxing and telling my self I was smart, I was beautiful and I was important. Kindly roll forward one week later with me. I find myself slouched/lay on the sofa (shattered because The Bear couldn’t sleep last night, which meant neither could I.), in my gym kit, with the biggest bowl of sugary cereal I could find. The remote control is firmly in hand, and I am resigned to watching Game of Thrones series one through to six, and not moving till it’s over.
Tantrums are inevitable and unavoidable. Once these little people get to a certain development level, they have this thing called a mind of their own… This is where the fun begins. It’s not that the actual tantrum itself is shocking. You totally expect the terrible twos. It’s that the effect it has on you the person who is dealing with it can be draining in every way.
But fear not! You are not alone. I’m here to say, I understand, and I stand with you in your time of – What the heck? And as a show of solidarity, let me tell you a story of one of my many dealings with my daughter’s all out meltdowns.
WARNING: This story is not pretty; there may be mild peril and some Kung Fu involved.