I am not talking about the mother I see taking her kids to school or the mother I saw at the supermarket this morning. I am talking about me.
My childhood was mostly unhappy with an abusive mother who did her best, but wasn't particularly happy about parental tasks. My father left when I was 2.
Fast forward 30 or so years and I have two beautiful kids. The problem is me. Although I received counselling when I was a teenager, I promised myself that I wouldn't be like my own mother. But in recent years I find myself doing the same things. I'm so critical of my kids, I don't let them have fun as I am always worrying about them hurting themselves or breaking things. I tell myself ALL the time that they are just kids and this is what kids do.
Today, my DD who is 6 starting sharpening her pencils (because she just likes to). My other DD who is 4 was standing next to her and I started getting annoyed about the shavings falling all over the place and poking them. I mean, wtf??!!
This is typically what I get annoyed about:
- they drop their food everywhere when eating (not really their fault as they're young).
- they fuss over eating (the list of their dislikes is astounding).
- they jump on me or push against me when we're on the sofa.
- they don't do things fast enough (my weird impatience). My youngest takes forever to eat breakfast in the morning, even though we give her tons of time. Then she doesn't want to eat it because it's soggy/cold etc)
- they talk so loudly at me and each other.
The list goes on, but these aren't bad things. These are kids for Christ's sake. What the hell is wrong with me?! Why can't I show my kids I love them by stop not picking at them all the time?
We have moments where we cuddle and play and those times are really lovely, but then something will happen and I'll get annoyed and their faces fall because mummy's annoyed again.
I wanted to have kids and I love them so much. Why am I getting like this?
I really despise myself. I am not worthy of them
My childhood was mostly unhappy with an abusive mother who did her best, but wasn't particularly happy about parental tasks. My father left when I was 2.
Fast forward 30 or so years and I have two beautiful kids. The problem is me. Although I received counselling when I was a teenager, I promised myself that I wouldn't be like my own mother. But in recent years I find myself doing the same things. I'm so critical of my kids, I don't let them have fun as I am always worrying about them hurting themselves or breaking things. I tell myself ALL the time that they are just kids and this is what kids do.
Today, my DD who is 6 starting sharpening her pencils (because she just likes to). My other DD who is 4 was standing next to her and I started getting annoyed about the shavings falling all over the place and poking them. I mean, wtf??!!
This is typically what I get annoyed about:
- they drop their food everywhere when eating (not really their fault as they're young).
- they fuss over eating (the list of their dislikes is astounding).
- they jump on me or push against me when we're on the sofa.
- they don't do things fast enough (my weird impatience). My youngest takes forever to eat breakfast in the morning, even though we give her tons of time. Then she doesn't want to eat it because it's soggy/cold etc)
- they talk so loudly at me and each other.
The list goes on, but these aren't bad things. These are kids for Christ's sake. What the hell is wrong with me?! Why can't I show my kids I love them by stop not picking at them all the time?
We have moments where we cuddle and play and those times are really lovely, but then something will happen and I'll get annoyed and their faces fall because mummy's annoyed again.
I wanted to have kids and I love them so much. Why am I getting like this?
I really despise myself. I am not worthy of them