This is a new series, and I’m sorry if I’m boring those of you without children but one day you may have them or you will at least know someone who does have them and so you can warn them. If you don’t I’m sure the same applies to pets.
The other day in Montpellier I took the children to the merry-go-round. It was closed.
“It’s your fault,” wailed Leo after I refused to let him break through the barrier and get on. We walked on towards the park where I hoped to distract them by feeding the ducks. They were in a terrible mood due to the closed merry-go-round and started fighting each other in the street.
“Stop,” I yelled, secretly praying some stranger would take pity on me and take them away from me.
“Well,” said Bea, looking her most belligerent, “it’s your fault for having so many children. Why did you have to have three of us?”
Later at home Olivia knocked her drink all over the table. “Mummy,” she yelled at me. “Now look!” I was, at the time, at least ten metres away from her by the sink, lovingly washing up after their dinner (what a martyr) but the spilled drink was of course ALL MY FAULT.
So there you have it. The English poet Charles Churchill once said of the actor Thomas Sheridan: “Where he falls short, ’tis Nature’s fault alone; Where he succeeds, the merit’s all his own.”
Substitute the word nature for the word mother and you have parental truth number one.
Copyright: Helena Frith Powell 2007