This week's confession: Sometimes I don't even like my own child
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There, I said it.
Yes, I love her and yes, I would lay down my life for her, but sometimes I find myself struggling to actually like her.
Does this make me a bad mother or simply a woman who knows how to call a spade a spade and acknowledge that at times her daughter is nothing short of hideous company?
Here are just ten times in the last seven days I found myself questioning just how much I 'd like my daughter if she wasn't part of the family.
1. When I stammered while trying to make a point during an argument with her.
And she rolled her eyes.
2. When I asked her opinion of a shirt I had bought her father.
And she said 'nice' without looking up from her phone.
3. When I arrived at her school too early to collect her.
And she hissed that I was checking up on her.
4. When I suggested a mother / daughter movie night.
And she pretended not to hear me.
5. When I complimented the dress she was wearing.
And she immediately changed.
6. When I offered to blowdry her hair before an evening out with her friends.
And her mouth fell open with embarrassment for me.
7. When I reminded her to throw her shoulders back.
And she muttered to 'leave her alone'.
8. When I admitted that those past few occasions had hurt my feelings.
And she laughed at me.
9. When I pleaded with her to consider my feelings before being so dismissive.
And she pretended to take it on board.
10. When I asked her what I had just said.
And she had no idea.
OK, deep breaths.
I only have another five years of this.

