How old do your kids have to be before they’re not your “KIDS” anymore?
Before you stop feeling that primal mother bear urge to not just protect, but to rip off the head of any individual who doesn’t appreciate your childs many talents, acknowledge their outstanding attributes and worship at the altar of their all-round gorgeousness? So the last bit may be going too far, but I’m serious when I ask…. Will I be a mad old granny, frothing and twitching because my OAP offspring have been mistreated?
When I found out that my daughter had been dumped by the primary school ‘in’ crowd I thought my heart would burst. I would lie awake at night and think of ways to make the ‘mean girls’ pay. Whilst counselling Lil to rise above it and look for new and nicer friends, I would be secretly plotting against the parents of the mean girls. There was no potential revenge too horrific for the destroyers of my baby’s happiness, snakes in the sand pit, poisoned crayons, even dog poo sandwiches sneaked into lunch boxes. I was a woman obsessed.
Luckily for both Lily and me, the dumping only lasted a week; a new friend was made and the mean girls left behind. I was able to return to the school gate and leave my evil eye and voodoo Barbie doll at home.
HOWEVER, a new ‘mean girl’ has entered the arena and the only reason I haven’t optrexed the evil eye is the very real threat of my twenty one year old baby disowning me. I’m still completely outraged by the audacity of this (fifty something!) mean girl who really should know better but I am incredibly proud of Lil’s determination to fight her own battles.
Rest assured though, if a frothing old woman who’s a sandwich short of a picnic is needed I’ll be there… and the sandwich will be all about the canine!