I didn’t realise it, it just crept up on me. I have never compared my children but somehow I ended up treating them differently. And as I prepared for a meeting with the Head and the boys’ teacher it became clear. Why I’m a bad mother.
Like most/ all mothers. I just want my children to do well. But somewhere. Between the boys starting school in September and my meeting with the school in June. I had changed.
My first question to my daughter when she returns home: “Did you have a good day at school?”
To my sons: “Did you behave at school today?”
I am a bad mother.
What could possibly be going through the minds of my boys?
My daughter has never not wanted to go to school.
Even when I naughtily tried to persuade her not to go (she was feeling poorly and the day was going to be particularly tough for my hubby and I was working away), she agreed to have a day off, went to sleep, woke the next morning and went to school.My boys regularly wake up wanting it to be the weekend or wanting it to be the school holidays.
And I let them down.
I found myself participating in a few threads this week on my multiple mums Facebook page.
I found myself again appreciating the difference in raising boys.
I found myself voicing how different I have found the Reception year with my sons in comparison to my daughter.
And I feel like a bad parent.
Because I know my boys are awesome.
But I haven’t been prepared for raising boys.
They are loving, caring, feisty, raucous, physical, naughty, cheeky, intelligent, funny boys.
They don’t like being bored.
They don’t like being told what to do.
They don’t like people being mean.
So what are they doing wrong?
It’s all about what I’m doing wrong.
Because they’re five.
They are five.
Let them live.
Let them learn.
Let them be loved.