Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:
I am 59 and had my only child daughter at 37. I was/am an anxious, micro-managing helicopter/snowplow mother who read every child development book, enrolled dd in every possible enrichment, wrote her college essays, etc.- you get the picture. Despite my anxiety, her childhood/young adulthood has provided me with a deep, abiding sense of joy and purpose.
So why do I now find young children and families mildly irritating? I smile at them benevolently at restaurants, in public, etc., because I feel that this is somehow the maternal response children should elicit from me. I offer to help when I see a Mom overwhelmed dragging a infant car seat and a toddler, open doors, etc. but internally I feel sort of judgy and critical. Most children seem sort of rabbity, and not even cute, barring a few obviously adorable babies. I know they are children and not really badly behaved, but I secretly think their parents are mismanaging things. Letting toddler children run behind them in a market parking lot or climbing on things that could be dangerous. I think a lot of parents are tattooed and trashy, but I don’t feel superior, just sad that I’ve become an old harridan.
I look into the future and semi-dread the prospect of grandchildren- loads of worry all over again. Is this because of my anxiety or because I had my child so late in life? My mother was the stereotypical loving Grandma in an apron baking cookies, dog on the couch, messy crafts type. Maybe I can shake of the internal ugly and emulate her when the time comes. Any one else adore their child but are decidedly meh about kids in general?
Don't worry I'm sure they find you mildly irritating as well. And your young adult may not want kids or at least maybe when they have kids you will be too old to do anything ( or have your child expect any child care)
Anonymous wrote:
I am 59 and had my only child daughter at 37. I was/am an anxious, micro-managing helicopter/snowplow mother who read every child development book, enrolled dd in every possible enrichment, wrote her college essays, etc.- you get the picture. Despite my anxiety, her childhood/young adulthood has provided me with a deep, abiding sense of joy and purpose.
So why do I now find young children and families mildly irritating? I smile at them benevolently at restaurants, in public, etc., because I feel that this is somehow the maternal response children should elicit from me. I offer to help when I see a Mom overwhelmed dragging a infant car seat and a toddler, open doors, etc. but internally I feel sort of judgy and critical. Most children seem sort of rabbity, and not even cute, barring a few obviously adorable babies. I know they are children and not really badly behaved, but I secretly think their parents are mismanaging things. Letting toddler children run behind them in a market parking lot or climbing on things that could be dangerous. I think a lot of parents are tattooed and trashy, but I don’t feel superior, just sad that I’ve become an old harridan.
I look into the future and semi-dread the prospect of grandchildren- loads of worry all over again. Is this because of my anxiety or because I had my child so late in life? My mother was the stereotypical loving Grandma in an apron baking cookies, dog on the couch, messy crafts type. Maybe I can shake of the internal ugly and emulate her when the time comes. Any one else adore their child but are decidedly meh about kids in general?
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I think we need to talk about why you wrote her college essays.
Op. They were college admission essays. Still not defensible, I know.
And, where did she get accepted?
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I think we need to talk about why you wrote her college essays.
Op. They were college admission essays. Still not defensible, I know.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I don't and never have liked other people's kids even when I had my own.
As for how you'll be as a grandma I wouldn't sweat it too much there are all different types of awesome grandparents.
+1
Most parents think you find their grating, over the top and never corrected children delightful - that is on them, not you, OP.
If you were a very good parent, you will be a very good grandparent. As for those who sucked as parents - you can tell which - because they pretty much suck at being grandparents, too.
You will be fine, OP.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I don't and never have liked other people's kids even when I had my own.
As for how you'll be as a grandma I wouldn't sweat it too much there are all different types of awesome grandparents.
+1
Most parents think you find their grating, over the top and never corrected children delightful - that is on them, not you, OP.
If you were a very good parent, you will be a very good grandparent. As for those who sucked as parents - you can tell which - because they pretty much suck at being grandparents, too.
You will be fine, OP.
Maybe I'm the only one who doesn't think OP was a great mother. She sounds over bearing, controlling, and judgemental. Or maybe I just grew up with a mom exactly like OP and I know the dark sides to it.
Maybe the dark side is you - maybe you need to pay attention to your kids, so they aren't seeking outsiders attention so much.
Huh? My kid is a baby and hasnt really been around anyone thanks to Covid. I just had a mom who describes herself just like OP in her first sentence and it's not all sunshine and kittens.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I don't and never have liked other people's kids even when I had my own.
As for how you'll be as a grandma I wouldn't sweat it too much there are all different types of awesome grandparents.
+1
Most parents think you find their grating, over the top and never corrected children delightful - that is on them, not you, OP.
If you were a very good parent, you will be a very good grandparent. As for those who sucked as parents - you can tell which - because they pretty much suck at being grandparents, too.
You will be fine, OP.
Maybe I'm the only one who doesn't think OP was a great mother. She sounds over bearing, controlling, and judgemental. Or maybe I just grew up with a mom exactly like OP and I know the dark sides to it.
Maybe the dark side is you - maybe you need to pay attention to your kids, so they aren't seeking outsiders attention so much.
Anonymous wrote:You can be like my mom who couldn't care less about her grandchild and never see them..
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I don't and never have liked other people's kids even when I had my own.
As for how you'll be as a grandma I wouldn't sweat it too much there are all different types of awesome grandparents.
+1
Most parents think you find their grating, over the top and never corrected children delightful - that is on them, not you, OP.
If you were a very good parent, you will be a very good grandparent. As for those who sucked as parents - you can tell which - because they pretty much suck at being grandparents, too.
You will be fine, OP.
Maybe I'm the only one who doesn't think OP was a great mother. She sounds over bearing, controlling, and judgemental. Or maybe I just grew up with a mom exactly like OP and I know the dark sides to it.
Anonymous wrote:I am a mom of two middle schoolers, and generally, I agree with OP completely about other people's children.
While I sincerely love and care about my close friends' kids, (and by close friends, I mean people we vacation with or have known forever) most other kids under the age of 6 annoy the snot out of me. I'm not above shooting a dirty look at moms.
I spent a TON of time and energy teaching my children that public spaces are SHARED spaces and to respect other's rights in those areas.
They learned early on to not treat the grocery store, the library, or the mall like their private play area.
Parents who can't be bothered to teach their children this are not my people. Some parents truly think the world revolves around them and we all must suffer equally while their child has a tantrum in Target or runs around the restaurant or library at full speed screaming.
For this reason, I can barely even tolerate being around my in-law's kids.