My life is a Rod Stewart song….

And so the dreaded day arrived. I knew it would – it’s par for the course in parenting, right? But secretly (arrogantly? hopefully? smugly?) as one by one of my friends fell, wounded by the wicked words of innocent anger, I couldn’t really believe my first born baby would turn on me. But now, I too have been shot by the brutal bullet…… ‘I hate you’…
She’s six. So I suppose I’ve fared ok so far. I always thought I’d laugh it off – after all – its just frustration, just justifiable anger that I am the boss and she has to do as she’s told. It’s just a churlish childish chant, something to hurl at me, to lash out with because her little body and bourgeoning mind can’t yet cope with the tsunami of feelings and frustrations of life.
I knew all that. And it still stung. Like a winter wasp that hides in the carpet, the sting sliced through skin, shuddering through me, making my eyes water.
And in response to her childish attack, did I behave like an adult? No, I did not. I walked out of the bedroom and couldn’t look or speak to her. I was hurt. Like a child. Until she found me out and hugged me.
Now of course, my inner child has gone back to sleep, and the mature mother that I am has re-emerged and laughing about it. Now when we hug, or say goodnight, I laugh and say, “So, do you love me or hate me?”
And she smiles shyly, hugs harder and shouts,”Love you!”
No doubt she’ll sting me again. But like good ol’ Rod used to sing…. the first cut is the deepest.

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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One Response to My life is a Rod Stewart song….

  1. Oh dear, I dread being stung by that beast too, I try so hard to remove that word from any part of my vocabulary and try to avoid letting my little guys hear it. But like yourself, I know they will and I know my time will come. You handled very well, I think walking out on that scene was the best thing you could do. If for no other reason than it had the desired impact on little Miss 6. Love the imagery you conjure in this post, fantastic.
    Oh and I LOVE Rod, his songs remind me of my childhood. My Mama had a massive crush on him and went to his concert in the 80's :o) xo

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