Posted on 07/26/2006 7:17:10 AM PDT by carlo3b
Sorry, but my children bore me to death!
by HELEN KIRWAN-TAYLOLR, Daily Mail 08:00am 26th July 2006It's the start of the summer holidays, when millions of mothers despair at how to entertain their children for the next six weeks. What none of them dare say is that they would rather their children were still at school or, frankly, anywhere else. Helen Kirwan-Taylor, a 42-year-old writer, lives in Notting Hill, West London, with her businessman husband Charles and their sons Constantin, 12, and Ivan, ten. Here, she argues provocatively that modern women must not be enslaved by their children.
The lies started when my eldest son was less than ten months old.
Invitations to attend a child's birthday party or, worse, a singalong session were met with the same refrain: 'I would love to but I just can't spare the time.'
The nanny was dispatched in my place, and almost always returned complaining that my son had been singled out for pitiful stares by the other mothers.
(snip) Kids are supposed to be fulfilling, life-changing, life-enhancing fun: why was my attitude towards them so different?While all my girlfriends were dropping important careers and occupying their afternoons with cake baking, I was begging the nanny to stay on, at least until she had read my two a bedtime story. What kind of mother hates reading bedtime stories? A bad mother, that's who, and a mother who is bored rigid by her children.
(snip) Am I a lazy, superficial person because I don't enjoy packing up their sports kit, or making their lunch, or sitting through coffee mornings with other mothers discussing how Mr Science (I can't remember most of the teachers' names) said such and such to Little Johnny and should we all complain to the headmaster.
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Because, true to the total selfish narcissism of post-Sixties feminism, it's all about her:
"Kids are supposed to be fulfilling, life-changing, life-enhancing fun"
Helen Kirwan-Taylor bores me to death.
I can't stopp laughing! I can see Dennis Leary screaming this at the top of his lungs!
I used to say exactly the same thing when I was 16, and I'm sure you got the same reaction I did from people; "Oh, you'll change your mind when you get older, and meet the right man". Well, I've been with the right man for 20 years, I haven't had various parts I would need for the endeavor for the past three years, and I'm 51 - how much older do I have to GET? :)
They told me I'd like olives "when I was older", too. That is beginning to happen, but I figure I'll be at least 60 before I stop picking them off of pizzas.
Me, too. I grew up in NYC, and 3 years ago while talking with a former classmate who was arranging our 25th class reunion, I referenced "Misty" in reference to where I lived (we had just moved here) and she had absolutely no clue what I was talking about. She had never heard of the author, nor the books, nor Chincoteague. I first read "Misty" in 2nd grade.
Around here the reference to where I live is "in the county" which means I live on the mainland, not on Chincoteague. Unless you own a boat or a helicopter, there is only one way on and off the Island, which is why I live "in the county."
Our daughter loves going over there and we spend a lot of time both on Chincoteague and Assateague. Except for Pony week, it only takes 20 minutes to get there. Because she gets to see the ponies on a regular basis, she's gotten over her fixation of getting one herself..........but I still will not agree to attending the auction, which takes place tomorrow.
I was thinking you could lease mine for a few weeks and that would add some excitement to your life but I'm afraid my kids would get too bored with you.
Man, that is good.
Sounds like Fairfax County. ;)
It's strange seeing a little baby sucking his thumb and realizing his name is something like "Hunter" or "Stone".
I can totally relate to what you are saying. Our daughter just turned 8, and still I occassionally have those moments where I wonder why I ever became a mom. I absolutely adore my child, would do anything for her, and do love being mom, but it was something I had never considered when I was younger.
One of my closest friends is the mother of my daughter's best friend. I'm old enough to be her mother, in fact her mother is the same age as my husband.
Sometimes at church they hang a big pink or blue bow on the front door to announce a new little addition; boys' (and sometimes girls') names tend toward the "Hunter Marsden Richardson" variety, and my husband says, "I see we have a new little law firm". :)
I get the "why do you have so many" or "are you done" line. How about we kill two birds with one stone. When you are asked you can say someone else took care of your quota and I will say I am evening things out for people who didn't want to have children.
The only right answer in either case is, "How could it possibly be any of your business?" :)
Man, this sounds familiar. My wife and I married late and had kids late. I'll have kids in college when I'm in my 60s.
Sometimes women choose to have children just to please their husbands. It's apparent that this women should never have opted for motherhood. She may be selfish, not neccessarily a feminist...who knows?
A pity she can't relish the joys of a happy child's face or providing them the joy of feeling cherished. Someday, when they put her in a nursing home and never visit, she may recall packing them off with a nanny.
I am thankful I married a man that did not want children either.
It's even worse when I am asked if my children have different fathers. They only look like little clones of him. Those who look any any different *gasp* look like me. I have thought of telling anyone who asks the father question, "They have the same father. We just don't know who their mother is."
When my daughter was younger, we used to play a lot. I spent quite a bit of time with her and we literally wore out her CandyLand game to the point that the board just fell apart. We made up silly little games using Happy Meals toys, and such. I also read to her as often as she wanted.
But, it still bothers me that one time when she was 4 and she wanted to play Hide and Go Seek, and I only pretended to play because I was so wrapped up in--of all things-- a computer game.
Every second of every day is precious beyond measure. And it vanishes in an instant.
I never, ever used my first husband's last name, I always used my maiden name. We were both in media (radio and TV) and so for professional reasons I continued to use my maiden name. I was getting enough grief that I had only married him to further my career as it was. Truth be told, being married to him doomed my career, but that's an entirely different story.
I pretty much have given up using my maiden name, except with some letters to some politicians who would recognize the maiden name, but not the married name, and so I use my legal name which is both.
Just last week I was asked if I was of French or Canadian descent ........my full name is posted on the wall at the Moose Lodge in accordance to VA law regarding bartenders. I'm an Irish American kid from NYC whose mother loved Audrey Hepburn and named me after one of her characters, and my husband does have French/Canadian ancestors and thus my totally French name.
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