'Rather you than me!'
They were your exact words as you shook your head in annoyance when one of my two-year-old twins climbed onto the shelf in front of you to get a better look at the cuddly Santa.
'Rather you than me!'
You declared as you watched my little boy announce to the store 'my Santa'. You stood staring at him for a few seconds giving you plenty of time to form your opinion about his questionable behaviour.
'Rather you than me!'
Your words when you saw me running towards him with sheer panic etched onto my face because I had actually lost site of him when I made the decision to chase his twin brother who was heading for the exit.
'Rather you than me!'
Your words rang in my ears as I attempted to hide my anger at my own stupidity - I had given up looking for a double trolley and convinced myself that my boisterous two year olds would walk around the store like sensible adults.
'Rather you than me!'
Your judgemental tone multiplied the effects that tiredness was taking on me. Tiredness due to the relentless nature of motherhood, sleepless nights, university lectures, money managing, after-school clubs, washing, cleaning, homework, the list is endless.
'Rather you than me!'
The words that on Friday evening, had me questioning my ability to parent my children, my ability to 'control' them in public, my ability to keep them safe.
'Rather you than me!'
A phrase that rattled around my head for hours following our brief meeting. A phrase that told me that my twin boys, my life as a parent of twins, was so awful in your mind that you had to let me know about it.
'Rather you than me!'
I agree
'Rather me than you'
I would rather have a hundred disastrous supermarket visits than miss out on a second filled with double hugs and kisses.
I would rather chase them - giggling - around a thousand stores than have never experienced that single, life changing, magical moment that changed us forever. The moment we discovered there was two of them.
I would rather spend the rest of my days questioning my ability to parent than miss a minute witnessing their inseparable bond.
I would rather die than miss out on being the mother of my two perfect, mischievous, loving twin boys.
And I do believe my children also agree, they would rather have me than you too!
Best wishes
The crazy lady with naughty twins who looked like she was about to cry.
I love this and relate to it so much xxx
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading 😊
DeleteI love this and relate to it so much xxx
ReplyDeleteLove it!!!
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DeleteI love it. That was me on Saturday too. Thank you I needed that. X
ReplyDeleteYour very welcome. Thank you so much for reading. 😊
DeleteNeed to get a grip stop blogging and get your reins out so they don't run off I have 4 ages 4,2,1,1 and stop ranting about it and sort it out ...pathetic
ReplyDeleteWow! As a mum of twins I can relate to this Lady but you; you are the people who she is talking about in the article. Hope you are proud of your words I hope o never run into you with my twins cause you would probably have a heart attack; good day;
DeleteGenuinely don't believe that this person can have 4,2,1,1 year olds. If they did they'd understand what this lady experienced. If there's one thing worse than getting comments like "rather you than me" it's being judged by people who really should know better. I for one relates to Kerry and trust me even one can be a challenge!
DeleteLove it and to the anonymous troll who berated you for no reins..... Perhaps stop commenting and read it properly! 1. She tried to get a double trolley but more importantly 2. It's about someone's assumption of a situition and how they made her feel. The old adage of if you have nothing nice to say, say nothing at all (rather like you!) should have applied. If you truly have a 4,2,1,1 you should understand the struggle. We can't keep children on reins all the time you also have to teach independence, try and trust but more importantly let them be children.
ReplyDeleteWow, I thought the troll wittering on about reins was trying to be satirical at first! Shows what I know, there really are some nasty bee itches with too much time on their hands! Reins are wonderful inventions but sometimes circumstances happen where you don't plan on needing certain things, like when you go shopping and assume a trolley should do it but the inconsiderate parents with one child (or even worse, no children!) have taken them without a second thought. Enjoy your "Parent of The Year Award" Ms. Anonymous, much love to your children, God bless them, those perfectly ordered little cherubs! X
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