Nearly 3 years ago I trudged into our local Maternal Child Health Nurse and demanded an explanation. I pleaded with the woman, “please…..tell me what’s wrong with this child???”, I so desperately needed to make sense of the whole chaotic situation.
I was a mess, I hadn’t slept in months, my family was falling apart because of this ‘out of control’ kid and I felt like we had tried every trick in the book. To top it off, my doctor was convinced I was suffering some kind of post natal depression to do with the loss of a family member.
So I prepared myself to go in, tail between my legs and admit defeat. Perhaps I really had bitten off more than I could chew.
Name & Shame, Name & Shame, I hear you shouting….
OK, the menace was Zafirah.
Into the waiting room I went, eye’s welling with exhausted tears and convinced I would be marked down in some kind of secret journal as a…..
(Insert Criminal Intent duhn duhn sound here)
…. ‘BAD MOTHER’. 🙁
To my surprise (I could write an entire book on the thoughts that were going around in my head that day), I was welcomed in there like an old family friend, with open arms and open ears.
I sat and explained how this precious baby girl of mine had gone from sweet and cute and innocent to a fully fledged monster. Instigator of all things, dare I say it, NAUGHTY and disruptive in the running of any kind of ‘normal’ existence.
With an understanding eye, the nurse looked at me and said… “Jacqui, she is perfectly normal, her behaviour is perfectly normal and she is doing everything we expect a near 3 year old to be doing”.
She backed her statement up with the reasoning that because I had had a set of twins first, my perception on what would be ‘normal’ would be different anyway. My twins never caused much nonsense at all. The just played together.
Zafirah on the other hand was their 3rd wheel. So, of course, she stepped up to the plate to get noticed.
I left the room that day with a greater understanding of perhaps why Zafirah was misbehaving all the time and convinced myself that it was just a phase, it would pass and we would have our precious daughter back.
Insert fits of laughter here!!!! 🙂
OK, she has settled down heaps and heaps. She is the life of our house and her massive personality is bolder than ever. At least she has stopped pouring all my coffee, tea bags, milo and 3ltrs of milk on the lounge room carpet… Phew!
The reason I’m writing this post is because today has left me feeling a rather large sense of de ja vu. It’s happening again…
Somewhat different in nature, I can sense the patterns of mishap have begun.
Right, so there has been no spilt milk but lets just say Veruca has turned it up dramatically at home.
She is obnoxious, defiant and down right out of control 99% of the time.
Reports from her kinder suggest she’s as good as gold. My friends always say she is well behaved for them and she hasn’t been booted out of Ballet….yet…..
So this fine performance she has been putting on is just for us….. Very special aren’t we?
Now I am telling myself it’s just a phase, she will grow out of it, things will get better…. etc etc…
But there is only so much one person can take. If only the Super Nanny was a quick phone call away…… LOL
What I wouldn’t give to hear her say the words “It’s not acceptable” in Veruca’s face… Now that would be priceless. 🙂
Of course that’s not going to happen. We will just have to step up and battle the nonsense until we win.
Let the challenge begin dear child…… I will not be beaten.
In the meantime, I can see me developing some crinkles on my wrinkles, perhaps a few greys and a taste for pink champagne……