When I saw that the new “Write Club” topic was “5 ways my kid’s are like my (but I wish they weren’t) I knew I couldn’t write it alone. I would need input from those who knew me and the kid’s best, namely my husband and my Mum. Weather I would be still speaking to them after that was another matter. Luckily, they were tactful and while my Mum did seem to be having a bit too much fun exploring the karma that has now reached me as a parent, we are still on speaking terms. So, with some help from my nearest and dearest, here are 5 ways my kid’s are like me, but I wish they weren’t.
Number 1: We just can’t be told
This was the first thing my Mum said and I wasn’t surprised to hear it. I moan LOADS about how Boy Child won’t let me explain anything too him. What I don’t mention is that I was just the same at his age. While I still try to tell him, my Mum has learnt better. He regularly cooks at her house and each time comes home with the most “interesting” (read revolting) concoctions. She says that there is no point telling him that beef stock cubes don’t taste good when added to a chocolate cake so she just lets him get on with it. This would be fine but she sends him home with it for me to taste.
Number 2: We’ve been licked by the same cow
Poor boy Child has inherited my cow lick. We both have a patch of hair at the front, on the left, whose natural inclination is to stick up vertically. When I get up in the morning I look like I’ve been communicating with alien life overnight via the hair antenna that’s sticking up from head. I manage mine with copious amounts of hair spray. I suspect when Boy Child is older he’ll be bankrupting is with his hair gel bill.
Number 3: Picky Eating
This one is definitely a bit of karma. I was a terrible eater as a child. Hardly any fruit and zero veg. Even when my poor Mum found something I would eat, I’d changed my mind about it a few weeks later. While I was a bad eater, Girl Child is worse. I was at least always willing to eat junk food (Findus Crispy Pancakes were a particular favourite), for her pizza is the only acceptable dinner food. She will of course eat chocolate any time of the day or night which may also have come from me.
Number 4: We won’t be placated
When Boy Child is upset, nothing will soothe him. If Girl Child is upset, we talk it through, I give her a hug and we move on. When Boy Child is upset, every solution or comforting word is thrown back in my face. It is one of the hardest things to deal with and I was horrified when my Mum pointed out I had been the same. I begged her to tell me how to fix it, at which point she said, “I never managed it, ask your husband, maybe he has”. I decided against asking him but vow to try and change my ways.
Number 5: We are totally intolerant of any kind of discomfort
This is true of me and both kids. None of us like wearing jeans because they are too stiff. Fine for us girls who can wear leggings but Boy Child insists on going to parties in jogging bottoms. All of our labels have to be cut out. We get hysterical about small discomforts like paper cuts or biting our tongues. We fight over the softest blankets for snuggling up. And god help anyone around when we’re cold. I would have preferred my kid’s to be a bit more hardy really, or at least not fight me for the best blanket.
I am definitely now suffering for all the ways I was a pain as a child. It seems really unfair that having inherited all of this from me, they don’t have my love of sleep. I suppose that’s karma for you.
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