Pressing the Parenting Buttons

Partners in Fun

Partners in Fun

Last week I took the children to Skegness to stay in a three-bed static caravan with my good friend and her two children (aged two and six). Despite starting the first day in pouring rain, with my daughter suffering her first tummy bug (north and south!) to boot, we had a fantastic week. The sun shone, the children played together brilliantly, the staff were friendly and, as it wasn’t yet in season, we pretty much had the place to ourselves.

What interested me most was how much I learned about parenting from co-habiting with anther family for a few days. It made me understand why we can often be so judgemental about other people’s parenting techniques. It’s all about personality, or touch-points, or whatever you want to call it.

For example, my kids are flash-in-the-pan tantrum throwers. They shout and sob, sometimes for ages but usually for less than five minutes. They don’t have to get their way, but they do have to feel they’ve got their point across. I’m (mostly) okay with it because I’m exactly the same. A quick shout, some tears, and it’s over. As long as they’re using their words and I know what’s wrong, I can cope.

My friend, though, hates histrionics. Her kids are sulkers and she confessed that she is too. She’s happy that they’ll come out in their own time and at least they aren’t being noisy. She doesn’t mind if dinner gets eaten, as long as they don’t make a huge fuss. I hate sulking, though, because I take all the blame on me. If I don’t know why someone’s unhappy I get frustrated, want to fix it, or assume it’s all my fault.

Playing pirates

Playing pirates

So it was hard for us to share a space and parent in our own way. I’m sure I upset her when I snapped at her kid for covering my daughter’s best top in mud during one of his sulks, and she inadvertently made my daughter sad for saying she was making a fuss over a hurt ankle, when she’s used to getting sympathy.

No one is right and mostly we worked really well together. We had some great conversations late into the night. I loved holidaying with another adult who cooked and did dishes (unlike travelling with hubbie! Lol) Best of all, the children learned to cooperate and share a space together. They went to bed (albeit at 9pm) without a fuss. They remembered their manners and made new friends. And I learned to try and remember that what bugs me doesn’t necessarily bother someone else and vice versa. I’m not the world’s most tolerant person, but I’m trying!

Best of all, I learned to assess my parenting more objectively. Sulking is okay; sometimes kids need time to process and calm down. I also discovered that other parents aren’t judging you as often as you judge yourself. At one point I thought my friend was judging the fact that I let my son eat only rice for tea because I had no fight left to get veg in him. Afterwards she said she didn’t even notice!

Parenting: I make it harder than it needs to be! πŸ™‚

9 thoughts on “Pressing the Parenting Buttons

  1. It’s definitely easy to be critical of other parents when they aren’t parenting the way YOU parent because dammit, I’M DOING IT RIGHT! lol I see this a lot in myself and my peers…my sis-in-law for instance seems like all she does is yell, but if you know her and her daughter you know that her daughter is just the kind of kid who needs to be told something a dozen times before it sinks in. Meanwhile I’m often criticized by my husbands family for coddling my daughter, but it’s not really coddling…she just likes to know that she’s been acknowledged and that her feelings matter, you know?

    It’s hard to bite our tongues, but it’s just one of those things. πŸ˜‰

  2. Apart from different parenting methods I think it’s wonderful when we get to acknowledge different housekeeping methods. My eldest daughter commented a long time ago on the fact that her future MIL went batty over certain things while Claire knew it wouldn’t have bothered me in the least. While on the other hand, she observed things that MIL took in her stride that would have set me off on one. So many different ways to do it all. And none of them necessarily better than the other. I guess we just try to see what fits us and work with that. Although over the years I have become more lax with things that used to trouble me. It’s good to see other sides.
    Glad you enjoyed your break away. Now for that spa day. πŸ˜‰ x

    • Hehe here’s hoping on the spa day! And yes it’s so true about housekeeping. My mum won’t come to my house because she hates clutter and we look like a jumble sale, but I hate dirt and for years used to scrub her house every time I came home from uni. (My house is dirty and cluttered now because I’d rather write!)
      I have friends with impecible houses but I’ve learned you have to really be motivated to keep a house clean with kids. Those friends either have tidy husbands who nag (or do it themselves) or a cleaner. I have neither! πŸ™‚

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