I’ve always wondered this: How many times a day does a mum say to her kids “Hurry up!”? Well I’ve got the answer for you and it isn’t pretty..
Today the number of times I told 3 year old Curly Tops to HURRY UP was about sixty-two times… well at least I think it was. It got to about 3pm and I couldn’t count anymore because of the sheer shame I brought upon myself. It all went a little something like this:
‘Hurry up and stop touching Mr Snail. He’s dead’
‘Hurry up and come and eat breakfast’
‘Hurry up and get dressed’
‘Hurry up and find your shoes’
‘Hurry up and get in the car
‘Hurry up and get out the car’
‘Hurry up we’re late for playgroup’
‘Hurry up and finish your painting’
‘Hurry up and sit down for song time’
– I could go on but I just can’t listen to myself anymore.
It should be mentioned that Curly Tops is not the only one out of the clan who I’ve harassed with my ‘hurry ups’. There’s also 2 year old Brown Eyes in the mix who is also listening to it all. The saddest part of this story is that I may have excused myself if I had a good reason to hurry my girls to and fro. But we were only getting ready to start our day and go to a playgroup. It wouldn’t have mattered what time we showed up. I’m a stay at home mum who gets up at whatever time we feel like, we decide what we want to do in the day and aren’t bound by the routine of school and work drop offs and pick ups. I’ve had to ask myself exactly why am I hurrying my children so much when we have ALL DAY to do whatever we please? Yes, I feel very silly.
But today I’ve decided on a new me in the future. I’m not going to be the mum in the hurry anymore and I’m going to let my girls live their young lives without ridiculous deadlines. From now on if Curly Tops and Brown Eyes want to stop and mourn the death of Mr Snail, I’m NOT going to tell them to hurry up. In fact I’ll be right there next to them digging the burial for Mr Snail and giving him the funeral he deserves.
Posted by priss16, 24th February 2014