Talking around the issue

There are some things that have to be kept private – at least off the etheral, even for a blogger. And so I always find it hard to write my blog when a huge massive ‘thing’ is hanging over me that I won’t or can’t write about, because A) I might be arrested/committed/am ashamed; B)it affects someone else and their privacy is more important than my public therapy; and C) it’s just too big and just too awful/difficult/hard to share. At the moment I am holding back on the keyboards with things that tick all those boxes. Some day I might share, perhaps I won’t… but for now, I’ll have to shift the hanging ‘thing’ and write around the issue in case people think I’m still hiding from my children under the stairs and can’t get to my computer.

So I’m going to talk about the bi-polar effects of parenting – when your kids bruise and burst your heart in equal measure. Let’s start with Daisy – so bright and beautiful and brilliant. I literally love everything about her, and am so proud of the every day little sparkles of goodness and guile. But she makes my heart tremor in fear as well as pride. She is sensitive and perhaps a little innocent (which is no bad thing in a nearly 6 year old methinks). But the other day, her friends were singing that extremely annoying Katy Perry song Fireworks which I have now had to download on their playlist. They were all dancing and singing to various pop songs when Daisy piped up (bless her, cringe, cringe) and suggested Puff the Magic Dragon. Oh how the faces of her mature, pop cultured friends fell. In fairness, Daisy ignored them and brazened on with her song, although petered out when she forgot the words of the third verse and everyone else had wandered off. I have never been cool, and I suspect Daisy will go through life like me liking what she likes (good) and having endless cringe-worthy moments of embarrassment (bad.) My heart bruises but as I defiantly listen to my Barry Manilow album I think, what’s a little embarrassment in the grand scheme of things?
It’s a bit different with Poppy, who for various reasons listed under B) above, I can’t divulge the utter heart bashing I am having with her. She is the sweetest, most loving, funny child, and I have to steel myself for the battles ahead that she will have to fight, with her daddy and me by her side. But my heart bursts with ridiculous love when I see her overcome her littleness to be the best ballet dancer in class (honest, it’s not just me who says that, but her teacher!), and scooting to school with her little legs going like the clappers, and her imaginary friend, ‘Heart’ who supports her everywhere and will always be her height.
And now we come to the last, but most certainly not least….. Ruby. Any thoughts I had that third children were meant to be quiet and easy going are rudely wrecked every morning with the screaching demanding squawks that announce Ruby’s (and mine) start to the day. My heart bruises when I think of how she has had such a distracted mum over the last year, how she clings to my leg ferociously as if she knows I have only been half there. But it bursts when I see her enjoy life – even at one, when she goes to our little toddler group, and she stands defiantly in the middle of the room and dances and giggles with a confidence that shocks me. Who knows what bruising and bursting she will cause me in the years ahead, but like life I suppose, you take the good with the bad and wrap as much of it up as you can in love.

About Grin & Tonic by Alana Kirk

Bouncing into middle age armed with courage, ambition and a pair of tweezers (chin hairs for anyone over the age of 45 reading this) I am a writer with a mission: to redefine this midway point in my life when the last thing I want to do is hang up my high heels and become invisible. This is the end of the beginning, not the beginning of the end. A single mum to 3 fabulous girls, an author, and a fundraising consultant, both ends of my candle are on fire. As I enter this new stage of my life, I want to explore what it means for 'mid-aged' women today, who were promised they could have it all, ended up doing it all, and just do not identify with the traditional image of middle age.
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2 Responses to Talking around the issue

  1. Oh so beautifully written and SO GOOD to read another of your posts… I've been having withdrawals ;o)
    How I love the way that you are so in tune with your gals. It takes a most dedicated Mama to know and feel these things so vividly. You're an exceptional Mama and your littlies are so lucky to have you.
    I think it's fantastic that Daisy is her own little self, how incredibly interesting, rather than just fitting the mold. 6 is SO young and I used to LOVE Puff the Magic Dragon when I was about that age. But then, I have never adhered to the concept of 'cool' either. If I like something, it's because I actually LIKE it, not because society or friends say I should.
    Power to her :o)
    Thanks so much for your email, I'll respond shortly xo

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  2. cath c says:

    they sure do break and mend the heart a thousand times a day, each in their own way, don't they? mine, too.

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