ME! ME! ME! ME! ME!
Last week a small miracle happened in my household. It went like this: I told the girls that they could watch telly before supper (the end of UP as it happened) and if it hadn't finished before supper they could watch the end of it afterwards. But that if it had finished we'd go straight upstairs after supper.
It finished. We had supper. I said: "Ok girls, time to go upstairs".
And they went.
No really, they went. Just like that.
I told L today, and I was not exaggerating, that that was the proudest parenting moment I've had this year, if not ever.
Because if there's one thing that wears me down about being a (mostly) full-time mum (and to be honest, wore me down when I wasn't a full-time mum too), it's endlessly, endlessly, repeating myself:
PLEASE: brush your teeth, eat your supper, stop hitting your sister, get down from there, share it with her, hold my hand while we cross the road, stop shouting, don't talk with your mouth full, don't snatch, upstairs for bed, wash your hands, put that in the bin, say please, say thank you, just do what you're told!
Except apparently I'm wrong. According to Annalisa Barbieri, in today's Guardian obedient children become doormats, compliant nobodies, victims of peer pressure. What we want, of course we want, is sparky, intelligent children who question the status quo, and stand up to authority. Starting with us. Apparently.
And when she puts it like that, of course I agree with her. But I'm still not sure I wouldn't take the risk. Just for a few more moments like the one last week...