Yesterday my daughter, who I might remind you, I lovingly nurtured in my body for 9 months, painfully pushed out of bits that will never be the same again and have continued to love and support in every way possible, said that she hated me. And I was gutted.
But I feel like this story needs a little bit of perspective. So let me elaborate.
Our family had just been on a little vacay to Robertson. Well, just further on from Robertson – somewhere between Ashton and Swellendam. It was a long ride there and back, but we had a flipping fantastic time there. It could easily have been one of our top holidays so far. We spent loads of time together exploring new places, playing cards, laughing together and just generally bonding.
I was on a big of a loved up high. I felt good. A bit exhausted, but good. As family bonding goes – I felt great.
Seth is working on this project where they are building a Lego model of the building that he has drawn and that is now almost finished being built. It’s all to scale and made with like, a million Lego pieces. The thing is, they need to have this 3D version complete by the time the real building is complete. So him and Brian are working long and hard to get it there which means that for quite a few nights a week, he’s had to go and do that. Which is what happened yesterday.
We pretty much got back from holiday, unpacked the car and then he was off to go and work. It’s OK though, I mean it’s not ideal. But it’s a phase. There’s a time that early married Cindy would have freaked out. But current Cindy is weathered and knows that this will pass and we’ll go back to being a normal family unit soon enough.
So I got the girls into the bath and asked them to wash their hair. I helped them put on the shampoo but then they wanted to rub it in themselves. Which is fine. But the way that one of them went about asking was rude. And for this specific kid it was not the first time that she had spoken to me like that these holidays. And so I helped the other one and left this kid to her own devices.
It passed and everything was fine again. We watched Despicable Me while eating supper and then it was time for bed. I had to shout at them a few times to do their teeth and go to the toilet before bed, but that’s not unusual. Then the girls started fighting in their room. Also not unusual.
But then the next minute one of them was walking up to me with the other one following behind sheepishly. The instigator had obviously been slighted in their argument in their room and was planning her revenge by telling me something that they had shared in secret. So she walks right up to me and says that while they were in the bath, the other one said,
“I hate Mom.”
Just like that. Imparted those words like they were nothing but a way at getting back on her sister.
Now I’m not stupid. I know that they don’t mean it. Really I do. But we don’t talk like that in our house. Right from the get go we have curbed them saying stupid things like that, reinforcing how it makes people feel when that’s said to them etc.
They went on their merry way as if they’d just told me that they loved me.
But I was left there feeling absolutely gutted. And it’s probably just because I am PMSing hard, or maybe even because I always seem to crash after I have had an awesome time away, but either way, I found myself sobbing in the kitchen.
I dried my tears and tried to just ignore it. They don’t realise what they said. I’m overreacting. Get over it. SO I went to their room to say good night. I gave the instigator a kiss good night, but when I tried to give the other one a kiss she just hide her face from me. So I left. Switched off the light and I was done.
Lying next to Knox I tried to keep my cool but I was failing. So when she called me to say that I hadn’t said good night to her, I might have gone in there and lost my mind a bit.
And no. Not in the shouty, “How dare you say that to me” kind of way. In the totally classy, sobbing so hard the words don’t come out properly kind of way. In the end we were both crying. She was apologising and then it was over. Long forgotten in her mind, but something I will probably never get out of mine.
I know that this is just the beginning, but it’s something that I am actively going to fight. Tooth and nail if I have to, but in this one thing, I will come out victorious. I will win this battle. This will not be said in my house again.
OK, now that I’ve psyched myself up enough I’m going to go have a chat with them about this.
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Well done. Well done. I think crying with your kiddies is ace, because they know you love them and always will, and they get to see vulnerable-human-mom and I think the bond is only strengthened. Sorry for the ache though.
You are a fantastic mom which I know you know but its nice to hear other people say… x
Thanks Debbie!! I think you’re right – showing them how it hurts is better than pretending that it didn’t happen.
I can totally understand how you would feel hurt. You already know all the things about them not meaning it so instead, just sending a huge hug! xx
Thanks so much xoxox
I know the feeling, my sons dad has been MIA for the first 5 years but decided this year he wants back in, so I have been gracious and tried to be the bigger person and allow the past to be forgotten and given him time with my son. Aiden has now developed a bit of a habit of telling me, he doesn’t love me any more and he wants to live with his dad coz he doesn’t shout and lets him drink coke. I can’t explain the heart wrenching ache I got the first time it left his lips and the anger that rose inside of me but after the 3rd time, I made it perfectly clear that saying things like that is unacceptable and it hasn’t happened again but sure it will.
Sending love, you are a fab mom xxx
I can’t even beging to imagine how hard that must be for you and the added difficulty of being played against someone else. But good on you for putting your foot down and saying enough is enough! We can do it!!
Seasons of being a supportive wife, an exhausted mom and having ungrateful kids is so darn hard but when I read how you hugged and cried-that’s the stuff right there. The reason why I do what I do and take the verbal hits. Reconciling and loving after the storm is the best and most rewarding part of parenting. Lessons learned. You are not alone fellow parent ?
Those moments are definitely the sweetest!! Lots of learning still to be done but here’s hoping we get there.
This is a heartsore moment in parenting. It got worse for me as they grew older. I want to always be Adored in my mind the way I adore them.
Agreed. But I understand them not liking me because I made them do something, but hate is such a strong and loaded word. So awful
Oh, I know how you feel. It’s definitely something they will never remember but something I will never forget. When I had my third child my daughter told me she hated me with tears in her eyes. And recently she told me that my best friend is beautiful and I am ugly. This job called, Mom, is definitely not an easy one! But we put on our big panties and move on and do the the best job we can x
Oh no Deb – I am sure that’s not true. But still, it hurts when it comes out of the mouths of our own flesh and blood. And you’re so right, this job is the hardest I’ve had to do yet, but it’s the most rewarding (when they’re not saying stupid things 😉 )
Oh, it’s only just beginning. One of the things that always terrified me about parenting was the less than stellar relationship I have with both of my parents. Parenting teenagers was one of the things that made me not want to have children until I was in my 30s (and then I don’t know, biology took over, or something).
As the daughter of an absent mom and an angry-shouting-yelling-throwing-things-and-hitting dad, I can say that there is more impact in a heartfelt discussion than in yelling. I would have given my left lung just to see an emotional impact of my horrible teenage words, instead of an authoritarian laying down the law (which I know you would never do, but for the perspective of the other side). Well done. Parenting is hard (mine isn’t even 2 yet!) but I think you’re (you and Seth) do an amazing and thoughtful job with your kids.
Thank you so much for sharing! I can totally understand what you mean – I think I would have rebelled in that kind of situation too! And for the record – I think that you’re a great Mom too! xoxox
Ah Cindy so sorry xxx. Nicky decided to tell me he will “never be my friend” because I stepped on his lego house. It didn’t last long, fortunately.
Ah man! I’ve had that from Knox to! If you don’t do xxx then I’m not going to play with you tomorrow 😉
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