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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That was not what I had in mind. I was thinking she does not really love the father and that contributed to the distance she keeps from the children she bore by him.
Sam, I am well known as a chef at our school activities, and I am forever shocked whenever I have a mother come up to me and laugh, that they never use their stove or any other utensil in the kitchen because they never learned to enjoy cooking.. They should only know what I am thinking..
God, I hope these kids survive this curse..
That is your diploma.. Congratulations
You are indeed a Brave Man my dear FRiend.. I cannot imagine the pain.. You will be in my prayers, and just remember you will have those 5 minutes and an eternity to hold him when the time is right..
You'll have the love of the "last boy" too - college or not, love lives in the heart. :)
I would never flame you.. I never doubted that overcooking can spoil and good recipe.. But, if I will be wrong either way, please God let me err on the side of the angels.. :)
God love ya, Carlo! You bees a great man as well as a great cooker-upper!!! (what's fer supper?)
I'm always late on these threads--
I was married once, and had mostly changed back to my maiden name but still had a few things in the married name, then my dad died. Within a week I had everything back to my wonderful Irish name. Should I ever get married again - which I just don't see happening, but should it - I'll hyphenate my last name in honor of my dad. It's a wonderful last name, and it's all I have left of him....
How horrible & hurtful she must be to her childrens' tender little hearts. She should NEVER have born them. I have no sympathy for this.
Thanks for the ping!
God bless all fathers everywhere.
"Read "I love you forever" or "The giving Tree." You will become a puddle, the tears will be falling so quickly. :)"
I love those books!
I just ran across this thread, I hate it that I missed it when it was active. That woman is a sorry excuse for a mother. I have 5 kids, I only wish I had a minute of boredom!
Ping
What do you think of this woman's attitude, Max?
That truly is sad. I love cooking. I just hate cleaning it up. Pity you live across the country. My son needs to meet a professional chef for his cooking merit badge requirement.
My mom can't cook (it just wasn't born in her - and her mom was a fussy perfectionist who never allowed her in the kitchen) but my dad is a splendid cook (only boy and youngest in a big family of girls - he can also sew on buttons, darn socks, and dynamite a bridge < g > - didn't learn that last one at home but in the Corps of Engineers). And he taught me . . . I need a cookbook, but nobody at our house ever goes hungry and our guests do seem to like the food. My husband is a chemist and says he cooks all day at work, doesn't need to when he gets home, but he's a good egg and I never wash a dish!
My girl goes off to college in two weeks, I'm sending her with a microwave cookbook (hot plates not allowed in the dorms) and a breaking heart . . . < sniff >
. . . but this means I'll have time to teach my son to cook! We'll start with grilling over charcoal, all men love that!
I hyphenated my last name, not because I'm one of those kooky feminists, but because my dad had only girls and he's a splendid fellow and deserves to have his name carried on. The kids all carry his name too.
I started reading "I Love You, Forever" to my now 4 year old when he was a few weeks old. When I read it we had a blue rocker recliner and I would rock him back and forth while reading it. Now everytime I read it he insists that I rock him back and forth through the story and after. Sometimes he will climb on my lap and say, "Mama, rock me back and forth and back and forth." He expects me to do it until he's asleep or my arms fall off.
My mother also would not allow me in the kitchen. My dad taught me a little, then I learned the rest when I got married. The biggest problem people have with my husband's cooking ("what's a recipe?") is he will make something incredibly delicious, but never be able to duplicate it again, because he just throws things together.
My dad is also a cook-by-the-seat-of-the-pants type guy. He's just a natural. Usually he remembers what he did though.
My curriculum (such as it is) includes - (1) how to mix and bake a typical drop cookie (and add different ingredients); (2) how to make biscuits (necessity in the South); (3) how to prepare and roast a whole chicken; (4) how to grill steaks and chops over charcoal and how to broil them in the oven; (5) how to boil rice (and how to add various things such as sauteeing the rice grains in butter first, adding chicken stock to the water, etc.); (6) cooking green beans or any other tender green vegetable by quickly parboiling and then sauteeing with onions, garlic, mustard seed, etc. (7) the whole egg deal, with variations - scrambled eggs, omelettes, French toast, pancakes, etc. My father teaches them how to make loaf bread, that's his particular area of expertise. And they have known how to mix and dress a good salad since they were 6 years old.
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