We are often joking about ourselves being a candidate for the #motheroftheyearaward for something we clearly shouldn't be rewarded for. For instance, 9yo went in MS Readathon this year, more so to get a useless prize than to help (she's a giver). Anyhoo, who just found the money and receipt book in a very special hiding spot in our house?
Me - mother of the year. Not only will she now not get her prize for reading a gazillion books, I'm pretty sure there is some sort of legal repercussions.
This is of course is only one in the many instances in my life both being a daughter and a mother when an award for #motheroftheyear should be handed out.
There's the time when I pinched my then 2 week old baby's inner thigh in the car seat buckle. Took me, oh 10 seconds to realise that was what she was complaining about.
What about the time my mother told my brother to "give up trying to get into the Police Force, you're clearly just not good enough" Come collect your award for being an awesome and encouraging #motheroftheyear.
There's the little things. Like I should enforce the brush your teeth twice daily or they'll get black and fall out rule. Do I? No. Do I get an award - yes, yes I do.
Anyone else's special mothering stories are welcome.
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There have been many special mothering moments from my Mum. But the two that stand out are:
(1) When my mum decided to move house the week I was on year 6 camp. And, the late pick up really helped the feeling of love and inclusion.
and,
(2) when she converted my sister to vegetarianism, age 6 by chasing her with a raw chicken on her hand screeching, "Eat me, I delicious!".
#motheroftheyear
well i dont have any kids (lucky for me, and the kids), but i have a mother.. she used to drive us home from the local shops on the bonnet or roof of the car.. fair enough, we begged her and she liked being the cool fun mum.. however, when i fell off one day did she stop and check on her little girl??.. nooooo, she continued to drive off laughing hysterically.. and the mother of the year award goes to...
Ahh, you both made me laugh and also makes me think I should let this be #fatheroftheyear award as well. My father has too many incidents like the above to list.
Moving house when you were away? Scarring your kids for life, here mum, have this award, you've earned it.
I think I make my kids brush their teeth about once a week - I'm so crap at it!
I do make them sleep though - I need the peace and quiet.
I think we've all slammed the door on our kids fingers then wondered what they were screaming about at some time or another!
Ok Ladies - Step aside as I take to the podium and accept my MOTY award.
When my son was still very small he hated car journeys and seemed to cry a lot in the car (in fact I think he hated life and just cried a lot in general). One particular journey he shrieked really badly for all 20 minutes of the ride. When we got out and I had composed myself (feeling particularly ruffled from the stress of coping with that noise), I saw that he had a giant red and blue mark and skin raised in a flap from where I had pinched his skin into the clip of the seat belt FOR 20 MINUTES. It took him a good hour to stop crying and I was back to my normal self about 3 and a half years later.
Now that he is older and I can no longer pull off the pinch tricks I use verbal bullying to good result. I often throw tantrums and threaten to leave home when he wont behave/cuddle me/make me tea etc
Fantasic work, Sharpest and Imogen I am the worst enforcer of teeth brusing ;)
I do however still do the sneaky pinch when required although 2yo has learned to yell "You hurt me mummy"
I have a new one to add. 7yo v. excited about wearing his sports colour (red) today for athletics carnival. So off he went to shcool this morning. Saw other kids going in normal school uniform and thought they were a bit bloody lazy and uninvoled in school spirit.
Just received school email. Athletics carnival next Friday.
NOTE TO SELF: Consider Newsletter vital reading in future.
I was belted by mum is a big way when I wet my pants in kindy. How bad is that?
When I bring that story up to my mum now, who rocks these days but was such a hardarse in the 80s, she gets tears in her eyes and feels awful.
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