I’ve turned into ‘one of those’ mothers….

Many words strike fear into the hearts of parents but none hold as much fear, or eye rolling, as Comic Relief, Sports Relief and finally World Book Day.

I’m grateful that S loves reading-books, magazines, the Argos catalogue etc. She likes to read on the loo, upside down on the sofa and in bed when she should be asleep. She’s as happy reading about My Little Pony as she trawling through a book about Scotland (no idea where this Celtic obsession has come from but there you are). So, when we had the letter/email (both go missing) from school announcing that they would be taking part in World Book Day we assumed she’d probably go for something like Harry Potter or Gangsta Granny. Both of which she’s never read but watched a few times on Netflix. We’d already got a Harry Potter costume (rip off cape with a dodgy Hogwarts badge on), a plastic wand which was recently extracted from one of E’s orifices and a black eyeliner from the relics of my makeup bag. Job done. Donation ready. Time for more Netflix/iPad/iPlayer, delete where applicable.

So when S cut out a picture of what she wanted to be dressed as we tried many different angles (read:bribes) to try and change her mind. This costume would involve planning, a trip to Hobbycraft (burn your cash on arrival) and chuffing paint and mess everywhere.

She was determined and who were we to try and change her mind? Well I’ll tell you who we are: tired 98% of the time, short tempered from trying to run a business together, raise a family together and exhausted from juggling too many dirty plates at one time. It didn’t matter.

With the freezing weather ensuring that we were going to be homebound for a few days it meant that Google went into over drive. I couldn’t remember how to make papier-mâché masks etc but we got there in the end. I say we, I mean T. The kitchen is splattered with paint, E trawls around the house with masking tape attached to most appendages and I don’t think her wellies will every be fit for purpose again.

Today she rocked up at school looking amazing, all thanks to her Dad, creative director and chief stickererererer T. I couldn’t have been more proud of them both.

Part of me wanted to revel in the comedy of having to take part in something like World Book Day but instead I was filled with pride and excitement that S wanted to stand out from the crowd. I was in awe of her confidence and happy that she imagined herself as a warrior. I’ll unleash my inner warrior if anyone again tries to persuade her to change her mind from the easy option to the right option. Even if that person is me.

Go get ’em kid.

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