Walking hand-in-hand into church this morning with my two girls, I saw heads turning and people smiling. WOW! What a feeling! No matter what life throws at me, I have two beautiful, happy children and I am so honoured to be their mother.
Throughout the church service, they behaved like angels. They stayed quiet, listened and sang along on queue. Sitting not far from us was a couple who had absolutely no control over their two children. They talked, cried, didn’t sit still and just disrupted the entire service. All the while, the parents did absolutely NOTHING (NOT ONCE) to calm or discipline the two.
I silently praised myself and my husband for our excellent parenting skills. Today, like many other occasions I’m proud of how well behaved my kids are and we often get compliments on their manners. Well done us!!
Afterwards the four of us had a lengthy discussion about the naughty children. My eldest thought: “They just need a good spanking, then they’ll listen”. That’s my girl! (now don’t get all Free Willy – save the whale – spare the rod with me. I’ve tried naughty corners.)
Shopping with the ‘angels’
On the way home we stopped to get chlorine for the pool. Woe betide me who thought I have angels today!!
Walking from the car to the shop’s front door something went horribly wrong! By the time we walked in - One cried because the other accidently pulled her hair and that was just the start!
Before I knew what was happening, my husband agreed to let them (the children) WALK with us instead of tucking them in a shoping trolley. In his defence – how’s he supposed to know its suicide?
Letting them walk with you is just not an option. They will run in all directions – and they did - and touch and want EVERYTHING they see – and they did. It was anarchy I tell you! I told my eldest she can’t have everything she sees. She replied: “But mom, I can’t help God gave me two eyes!”
My two beautiful, happy, well behaved little angels of this morning just ‘MALFUNCTIONED’.
Ten minutes into our shopping (and still on the way to the chlorine section), my husband and eldest was nowhere to be seen. I was jogging after the youngest who pressed every button she saw, sat on all the chairs and knocked over a sign.
I’m a strict mom, but I had absolutely no control over them.
By the time we got to the pay points I heard the old lady next to us say: “Shame, I remember how difficult it is to shop with children.”
Me: “You need tranquilisers, booze and lots and lots of patience and we don’t have any of those handy.”
Maybe the couple in church this morning’s children also just broke when they arrived. On the way home with the ‘angels’ still fighting and crying and shouting “she looked at me!”
I thought….JUDGE NOT YOU SILLY GIRL!
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