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Apr. 25, 2005 I had quite the revelation today as I sat remembering different events in my life and what I have done that has made me the person that I am today. I sat thinking about my children and how I have raised them, wondering whether I have treated them fairly and with love or have caused them mental anguish. The thinking of my children leant towards a memory of my middle son’s sixth birthday. We had taken him and his school friend to McDonalds for lunch. They had eaten then played on the equipment for a while but soon got bored so I went out to play some games with them. It was in the middle of a game of what’s the time Mr Wolf, when a lady whose children had joined into the game commented on what a great mother I was. This memory began a series of thoughts and I sat today wondering about when my eldest son was three and he ran away from me in the supermarket, when eventually I found him I gave his bottom a smack. I was filled with anger and didn’t care who saw me. When suddenly looking I saw some women glaring at me and muttering to one another about what a terrible mother I was. This made me think of the two contradicting reactions. One because I played a couple of games with some bored kids I was deemed a great mum but to smack my runaway three year old I am a bad mother. I wondered if the lady at McDonald’s was to see me smack my eldest on the day he ran away would she have still thought I was so great. But soon I realised that I am guilty of this very same behaviour. I see parents at the park playing with their kids and think “oh what fantastic parents they ought to be given an award”. Then I see parents in a supermarket lash out at the toddler who is throwing a tantrum because they want a donut and they want it now and I find myself tsk tsking. I also come to the quick conclusion that with these same kids I was to look at the parents and think to myself why on earth don’t those parents do something about their child? They need a good hard kick in the bum they do. So does this make me hypocritical? Oh my goodness yes. Something that I need to desperately change, so now I wonder of all those parents I have tsk tsked over, are they just parents at their wits ends like I was the day my eldest ran away? And if I was to see these same parents at the park playing with their child would I forget the smack and say what wonderful parents they are? Well the saying goes never judge a book by its cover. Maybe I will have to learn to make one of my motto’s never judge a parent by their shopping centre outbursts. After all I have been the parent that wants to lash out at my kids when they try to strip naked in the bank, or wont stop screaming, “I want a bertie beetle”. I think it is something in the fluoro lights that makes them feral you know. I think it’s something that needs to be looked into. ------------ Email Samantha King: kingy351@bigpond.net.au Tell a friend about this site! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com. Please link to this article rather than copying and pasting it onto your site (which would be unauthorized and illegal). |
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