Your children are monsters

Dear Mama,

Your children are monsters!

That came out wrong. I meant to say, with all the love in the world ‘your children are very badly behaved and I do not want to be around them. They make you look sick, tired and angry. They are always screaming, biting or hitting. They do not listen to ‘No don’t touch that, don’t go there’. Please don’t visit me again until something has been done’.

I love my friends and family. And I really love their children- my nieces and nephews. That said, there are people who I hesitate, like really hesitate, before inviting because I don’t want to have to deal with their children. Why am I the one dealing with them, you ask? Because more often than not, people who have badly behaved children, don’t deal with them, and that’s why they are badly behaved. It’s a cycle- never ending and self perpetuating.

When I go out with Kendi, I am so aware about where she is, what she is doing, who she is attempting to lick, what she is eating. I am extremely vigilant to the point of annoying. I have had aunties and older friends tell me, ‘let her be, there’s no other way she’ll learn without exploring, leave her alone’. But, I don’t want her to put your handbag on the floor. I don’t want her to look under your kitchen sink and bang the door repeatedly. I don’t need her eating that cake. I need her on her best behavior- I don’t want to inconvenience you.

But that’s me.

Now take my Aunty Kitty. She has 5 children. They behave like the Von Trapp children (from ‘Sound of Music’). They are so well behaved, its remarkable. I called her up one time to tell her, ‘I can’t believe how well behaved your children are, how do you do it?’

She laughed and said, ‘Thank you Kitt. When I realized I was going to have to do this on my own, I saw very quickly that I needed help. I needed my children to help me raise them. I needed them to look after themselves and each other and me. They couldn’t just be running amok, I would have run mad.’

Plus, angry people are ugly people. Who needs that?!

How can I support you Mama? I am here for you. I love you.

 

 

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