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Thursday, 15 November 2012

47. Parenting styles

 
We just came back from a very restful weekend in Bali but the following day saw me crashing back to ‘reality’ with a giant thump!  Ahhh…..that mountain-load of ‘enticing’ laundry, beckoning at the end of each holiday…but it is what it is. So, by noon, I had powered through two loads of washing, taken Buddy to the groomers, done the food shop and gone on my 10-km run.  As I struggled through the door with the groceries, Matt looked up from his Maths session with Tia and said, “Oh, the groomers called and I think Buddy is ready to be picked up.”   Off I trudged again, then made lunch for the hungry mob, drove Matt to work, came home, more laundry and then prepared dinner.  I think you get the picture..

At some point during dinner, Tia turned to me and cheekily asked if I had done my piano practise.  Unfortunately for her, we weren’t on the same ‘comedy channel’ at that moment as I recounted every-single-task I had ‘slaved’ through that day, asked if anyone accomplished anything beyond lounging around reading or watching TV, and then dared her to re-ask the question.  Of course, in hindsight, that was a little harsh.  After all, I only had to ask and the girls would have pitched in.  But no, I wanted them to help out because they thought of it and not because I asked them to.  I know, I know.  I am beginning to sound like a crazy woman. 

I came across an interview a few weeks ago whereby multi-talented Australian actor-singer-dancer-extraordinaire-all-round-decent-and-wonderful-human-being-and-husband Hugh Jackman, aka Wolfman from the X-men franchise, shared his thoughts on parenting.  What?  Did I just sound like I have a celebrity crush?  Awww, you caught me out.  But I am only human!  Anyhow, Hugh (Haha!  First name basis!  If only!) talked about how he “yells at his kids, they drive him to despair, he worries that his deficiencies as a parent mean he is slowly but surely stuffing them up”.  He also talked about and how children can push your buttons and make you feel such extreme emotions, and the anger or fire they can sometimes incite.  I was like, “Oh my goodness!  That is EXACTLY how I feel!”  So its just as well I’m not married to Hugh Jackman because it just wouldn’t work out with both of us stressing about the same things.  Sorry Hugh.

My beautiful husband Matt, on the other hand, has such a wonderful approach to parenthood.  When I read out an excerpt from that same article about how so-and-so’s mom said, “Relax, you worry too much.  You feed them, you love them, that’s it”, it was his turn to have his that-is-EXACTLY-how-I-feel moment. I sometimes feel envious of Matt and those of my friends who have this wonderful parenting style whereby they are so attuned to seeing the big picture and able to block out the ‘other stuff’ that, in actuality, is just ‘noise’ ...

But I cannot because at least every other day (if not everyday), there are ‘boxes’ that need to be ticked, exploits that need undertaking and ‘fires’ that need putting out.  AND, if we were BOTH laissez-faire and make-it-up-as-we-go-along, would our household still work the way it works (on a good day)?  Or would those ‘little things’ fall through the cracks because non-verbal clues were missed?  Would the girls learn to think beyond themselves, realise the importance of dreaming, or master the tools needed to pick themselves up and try again with a little fine-tuning?  Am I beginning to sound a little hysterical again? Sorry.  Okay, deep breath and stop panicking over all the ‘what-would-happens’.

At the end of the day, I don’t purport to be ‘superwoman’ and do not even try to pretend to have all the answers.  Honest with my girls about my shortcomings, I am not afraid ask for help and try to encourage the girls to go on fact-finding missions when appropriate. And with three such different individuals whose needs demand that my parenting style is constantly refined and modified as per child and situation; sometimes my appeals for us to work together as a team so the day is smoother works, and other times, not so well.  But it’s the life I have chosen and I am at peace with it.  All we can do is try our best to prepare them to stand confidently and successfully on their own two feet by giving them love, inspiring courage and fostering integrity.


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Tuesday, 1 May 2012

15. If only I..


1.10am.  Just came back from the movies with a girlfriend and after icing some cupcakes for daughter numero dos’ school project tomorrow (they’re doing an exercise revolving around “trading and bartering”), I was too wired to go to sleep.  That’s when I came across a video link from an article (as one does at 1 o’clock in the morning!) about a guy from the Netherlands who filmed his daughter every week for 12 years and then edited the footage and condensed it to show a short time-lapse of her life so far.  I thought to myself, “Wow, what a great idea!  If only I was that clever!”

My admiration has nothing to do with doubting myself.  Nor is it an observation based on envy.  But the list of people who dazzle me is longer than the queues snaking outside an Apple store on launch day -- yes, its long!  Some friends have rolled their eyes at me, scoffing that I am too easily impressed.  But so what, I say!  I like that trait in myself!

For example, I am in awe of Faith, my 12 year-old, who started writing a book last year about a boy’s adventure – set in Viking times.  Where she got her inspiration from, seeing we have no Viking blood, I have no idea (but I am impressed!)!  And what about Matt and everything he does from his recall of facts, to the way he is clever with numbers and people?! Or my numerous girlfriends scattered around the world who run with the corporate wolves without breaking a sweat; doing so with graciousness and class.  Or the girlfriends who are amazing mothers.  And some who do both! I look up to them all.

Truth be said, I sometimes catch myself looking at the achievements of people in and around my life, and wish I had a little of their courage, resourcefulness, fearlessness, intellect, patience, talent, ‘va-va-voom’, etcetera, etcetera.  The list goes on.  Don’t get me wrong.  Its not that I begrudge them their success.  Not in the slightest (unless they are of the really mean and nasty breed, then that’s just another story.. but I digress).  I just sometimes look at their lives and go, “Wow, if only I……” – feel free to fill in the blanks.

And yet, as I write this, wistfully wishing I had a bit of more of whatever-I-wish-I-had-more-talent in, I am also very grateful for all that I DO have.  I celebrate my strengths and embrace my limitations.  And whilst no superwoman, I work hard to be interesting to MYSELF.  After all, if I bore myself silly, what can I ‘bring to the table’ in any of my relationships and what kind of example would I set for my girls? 

About 5 few years ago, a dear friend asked, “Michelle, are you happy?”  Initially I was confused at the question. Did I come across unhappy?  I gave pause, and responded that I was very content. “But are you happy?” she pressed.  I don’t think I ever gave her an answer that truly satisfied her.  If she was to ask me the question again, this time, my answer would be more resolute.

I am happy, content and grateful.  Happy in this life that is mine.  Content in my life choices.  And grateful for all that I have.  


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