Single Parenting –The Morning Run
I don’t usually write about myself but today I will make an exception.
Being the mother of four grown and almost grown and not yet grown children is interesting to say the least.
My morning started as peacefully as always, I get up very early go for a walk and then sit at my computer for an hour getting all the emails and other stuff done before the real working day starts.
The peace starts to dissipate when I have to wake my son to have his shower. I know he should get up by himself and get into the shower and get ready without his mother telling him to do anything, he is after all leaving school at the end of the year and for all intense and purposes be an adult. But in there lies one of my dilemmas, he is in the most stressful year of his school life (and has never taken school particularly seriously) and needs support to get through it but he is also needing to be trained as a man to go out into society and be a productive cog in the wheel.
My number two son, who was about as messy and unstructured as anyone I’ve ever come across, has ended up with a lovely girl who has been strong enough to say no to many of his drop it where it lands habits and they have a nice home. He has his own room, full of boy’s toys and his clothes. I think this is really clever of her, she does not have to complain about his clothes being all over the bedroom because she doesn’t have them in it.
Anyway back to the morning, once one is up and I have the other one dressing (first year high school girl) I go to make lunches (yes, I know they could do this themselves but again I was trained as a nutritionist and actually don’t mind packing a lunch) Anyway, it is a mute subject because there was no bread, so I just had to pack a few snacks and give the pack money which I really don’t like to do because they eat crap.
The thing that I really do not understand is that if I know they need to leave the house at 8.10am each morning and I say it daily then how is it that they have not picked up this piece of information by osmosis instead of waiting for the mother town crier to bellow the time.
And why, oh why, would you wait until 3 minutes before the allotted time to remember that you have to print out 5 different documents, even if they are only a page or so thick.
I have been mothering for nearly twenty five years now and these sort of things still drive me crazy, I think it is a bit like child birth. We forget what we were like, the same as we forget the agony of birth. Why, so we can have children and bring them up to have children.
So basically by the time my darlings left this morning I was a cranky mommy who only an hour before had been a fit, excited individual looking forward to the day and everything it held.
There is of course but one solution, get up earlier, and wake them earlier. But really to get my peaceful time this means I get up around 5ish. Does this mean I’m getting old?
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Perfectly expressed. I am sure everyone who reads this will feel a lot better, being able to identify with a similar situation and feeling secretly guilty.
My mother was a single parent – and I think I turned out okay 
God bless you.
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