The hardest job I’ve ever done in my life is being a mother. Lots of nodding heads to that one I would imagine? Trouble is, they don’t give you a manual! Nothing…… They just hand you a baby and expect you to know what to do for the next 40 years. After all, they never actually stop being your child and you never stop worrying about them. A child really is for life as the Dogs Trust motto goes, except children are exactly that….a life sentence!
Now, I don’t mean that derogatorily, I adore my children and wouldn’t change a thing but age bears no relevance when it comes to knowing how to help and advise them. Add to that the fact that as a parent you have years more experience of life and can see the pitfalls coming, long before they actually manifest, means the worry has no bounds. And at what point in their little lives do you stop giving advice and let them make their own mistakes?
If I had my way, that would be never! Am I controlling mum? No, I don’t think so and I think the children would agree, but I am very conscious of watching them lurch headlong into what, I know from experience, isn’t going to turn out very well or at least the way they expect it to.
My beautiful ‘porcelain doll’ xx
I feel like that at the moment with Lorie going to Butlins to be a Red Coat. It may, of course, turn out to be the best thing she’s ever done, but knowing that part of her desire to go was her childhood perception of hero worshipping them when she was little does nothing to convince me that it’s the right move.
Lorie is brilliant at being motivated to make things happen and I know how hard that is. She’s left behind some brilliant things that were moving on very well for her and I can’t help but wonder what would have happened if she’d stayed and kept the momentum going?
But there’s the rub. Back to my blog about decision making the other day, you take one path and never, ever know what the other would have held. So how do know if you’ve made a mistake? Well, you don’t, not until years later when you can look back with the benefit of hindsight and see that the path you took definitely wasn’t the right one! Or, conversely, definitely was!
So, where does that leave me with Lorie? Worried, of course, that’s what mothers do best and in spite of the fact she’s 19 and technically an adult doesn’t help in the slightest. I don’t believe that being a Red Coat is going to be as glamorous as she believes it will, in fact, talking to a couple yesterday, it sounds incredibly boring. But then, we all make of our jobs what we want to make of them, it’s an attitude of mind and knowing Lorie she will find ways to make it fun.
So I unreservedly wish her luck and hope she enjoys her time down there, it will certainly open her eyes! I love you darling, keep safe and strong. xxxx