Sunday, 28 August 2011

Quietly relieved, slightly worried.

My young cousin, only 17 years old, has just moved back to London.
She grew up here until she was 9 or 10 and then her parents moved back to the South of France where her mum is from.  Her dad, my uncle, is quite a difficult man and had my cousin quite late in life.  Over the first few years, the parental relationship broke down and then began the tug of war with my poor cousin in the middle.  The result of which is an emotionally upset young woman with serious body issues, not to mention her worries about commitment.  She desperately wanted to get away from them and come back to London.  Her school grades were good enough that she has been accepted at a 6th form to complete her A'levels.  She arrived a couple of days ago to move in with my aunt, who lives near the school.  My concern for her is that the aunt is also a bit difficult, but also with this new freedom away from the constraints of her parents, will she run off the tracks?  I'm hoping it will be the opposite and that this will give her some inner peace.
I wish her much love and luck with this next stage of her life.
I am here for her.

Silent Sunday

Saturday, 27 August 2011

I always expect it but hope that it doesn't happen...

I am obligated to take my child to her father for 30 days a year and while I appreciate that this isn't really a lot of time, it does require extensive travel twice a year.  We split the time up into two trips.  After all, who can stay anywhere that isn't home for a whole month?
I make these visits happen and to some degree, my ex appreciates this, but what he aware of is the difficult behaviour that comes after these trips.  My daughter is full of attitude and is quite honestly, very rude.  She pushes all the boundaries and then tells me she is sorry and is tired.  But this is a repeated pattern and I don't know how to deal with it.  I know that I am the grown-up in this relationship but this isn't in the "how to raise a child by yourself" manual.  We are both tired with jet-lag and my calmness deserts me.  I know that it has to do with having different house rules with each parent.  Her step-mother allows for her to wear nail varnish, which I don't.  That is only one example of where we differ and being different is ok, it is how my daughter and I react to these differences that decides the impact on our lives.  Apart from the very early years, this dilemma occurs after every visit and I am still none the wiser about how work through the behaviour and help her settle back down into our normal home life.
I wonder if this will continue to be our pattern or if, as she matures and develops, it will improve or not with age.  I love her dearly but feel like I sometimes let her down with my mothering skills.

Friday, 26 August 2011

Past the point

So that's it.
I've done it.
Gone passed the point of no return.
I have just returned from a jaunt to far off places and needless to say have jet-lag.
At 10pm tonight, I was yawning.
Did I go to bed?
11pm rolled around and then midnight.
Along came a very wonderful bath and finally I have found myself in my bed.
The sheets are delightfully clean and crisp, just how I like them.
But the light is still on.
Because I have gone passed the point of no return.
I missed the 'sleepy' hour.
I missed my window of opportunity.
But I am optimistic that once my head is horizontal and the lights are out, that I will fall fast asleep.
Fingers crossed.

Tuesday, 9 August 2011

On a slightly lighter note

Passing through a rather 'nice' neighbourhood earlier today, I noticed this shop had taken preventative measures.
Kate Kuba had taken all their mega expensive shoes out of the window display.
Were they afraid that the looters might want to have a right shoe in gold and a left shoe in silver?
Or that all the local yummy mummies would suddenly turn ferrel and raid Kate Kuba, right after they loot the Space:NK and Whistles.
I mean seriously......really????

Sunday, 7 August 2011

Silent Sunday

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Monday, 1 August 2011

the parent story - part 2

It happened again.
I'm just closing the door to my child's room and my mum is getting ready to just go.
To leave, almost without saying goodbye, again.
I wanted to say to her, that she is running away, like I used to do when I was younger, but I didn't.
Instead, we started to talk about the stuff that had been building up.
She feels that I am always exasperated with her, that I'm rolling my eyes.
And I feel that she is always critical of how I do things.
She doesn't feel very welcome at the moment and feels that she is only around when needed as the babysitter.  Which isn't true.  She has a busy life and will tell me that she wants 'a day' to herself.  Yes I do need her as a babysitter, but it's not just that, I also enjoy her company.
The problem is, is that I don't do things the way that she would and so she criticizes me for that, saying wouldn't it be better to do this or to that.  She feels that I don't give my child enough time to wind down at the end of the day, that I expect to be ready when I am.  But what she misses out on is seeing me tell my child that she has until the end of that programme, or she has 10 minutes, or that she has until the end of the chapter.  After that, I do a countdown from 5.
Mum says that I don't have much patience with my child, which harks back to not being a good enough mother.
But tonight what hurt the most was when she said that she felt no warmth from me and that I had become harder.
I looked at her, amazed that she could say that and pointed out that it would be difficult for me not to have changed after some of the stuff that I had been through.
I can't expect her to be able to put herself in my shoes, but I would have hoped for a modicum of empathy.  Her early life was no bed of roses, but she had a good marriage, 3 healthy children, a house, a career grandchildren who love her.
She is not living my life.
My life could be worse, but it is certainly, most definitely not a bed of roses.