Mum karma, and the mother of all paybacks

March 10, 2016

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There’s nothing quite like becoming a mum to make you gradually realise that the way you treated your own mum when you were a small child might not have always been, shall we say, brilliant.

Recent example one:

  • Me: Here’s your toast!
  • One of my children, who shall remain nameless: Nooooo thanks Mummy! I don’t like that bread any more, it’s yucky bread*

(* Waitrose granary! I know!)

This took me right back to my own childhood, where, as the pickiest eater from pickytown, I wouldn’t eat anything with ‘bits’ in that tasted even slightly less than bland and the list of what I wouldn’t eat far outweighed the list of what I did. Although I was better than my brother, who wouldn’t eat anything. How did my mum not go mad?!

Recent example two:

In the shop, probably doing one of these, again, one of my children who shall  still remain nameless said to a random shopper, apropos of nothing ‘My mummy LOVES wine!’

Thinking back? Oh yeah, I’m pretty sure I used to say things like this all the time. Out of the mouths of babes, and all that (and I do like wine, but seriously).

Recent example three:

On our recent weekend away, Alex and I planned a lovely post-dinner drink by the fire. What were we thinking? We instead spent the entire time running around after both children and retrieving them from the mouth of mischief.

Again, this is a very familiar scene from my own childhood.

I know these are things that children do because they’re children, but I’m pretty sure I did them all.

Motherhood is a complicated beast as it is, with all of these things to worry about as a starter, but recently I’ve been thinking, does such a thing as motherhood karma exist? Do I have it all coming to me as I have done unto my mum? Even, oh god – the teenage years? And what about later on, when I went travelling by myself (‘We were thinking about calling Interpol’ my mum once ‘joked’ when I finally called after a while of no phones or internet connection)? As a mum now these things seem slightly terrifying to me  – but I don’t remember my mum being anything other than 100% brilliant, unflappable, encouraging, calm and nurturing.

So do I have it coming right back around at me?

It’s a certainty, isn’t it?

But let’s take a closer look. Here’s some of the things my mum, a proud and devoted grandmother, has bought for my own children recently:

  • A noisy toy that seems to turn on by itself when no-one’s in the room
  • Play doh playset with black playdoh (I know! Who’d have thought such a thing existed)
  • A 700 piece piece craft kit

All things my children completely and utterly adore, of course, but have you ever tried picking up 700 pieces of craft kit from around the house over and over again? Or getting black playdoh out of a pale grey carpet?

Mum, I love you, and I’m sorry! I totally get it now. P.S. where did you buy the black play doh? I’m taking note for 30 year’s time.

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