Obsessivemom needs a break

The OM is upset. It’s the kids. They have been giving her a specially rough time. Put it down to the long Diwali break, the absence of the husband or simply to the twins' terrible tweens. She's been by turns, angry, hurt and frustrated. So she seeks out her better self - The Sane Mum. You might remember her from here here or here 

OM: Did you just see how the twins spoke to me? How unappreciative and ungrateful they have become? And how very rude!

SM: I did. Have you noticed that they’re growing up?

OM: I have. But does that mean they have to be rude and argumentative all the time? They’re children still and I am still their mum. I still AM the older one around here. Or does no one remember that any longer?

SM: It might do well for you to remember that you are the older one here. You aren't really handling this like a grown up. Actually, I’ve been waiting awhile to have this conversation.
I’ve watched you being drawn into long fruitless arguments. I see you realising you're going nowhere and yet unable to stop.
I’ve seen the endless war of wills and watched them all end badly.
I’ve seen you get into control freak mode the more they resist; the more you control the more they resist.
I’ve watched the kids trying to assert their independence and also seen with regret how you've waited for them to fail.
And then you've been ready with your 'I told you sos'.
I’ve seen Mushy Mum (MM) run and hide till Mean Mum (MeM) takes over and then I’ve been witness to your heartfelt regret.
Cut them, and yourself, some slack will you!

OM: So you've been having a laugh at my expense? Well, they might THINK they’re grown up but I still have to guide them in a hundred things. They NEED me still. 

SM: … and they always will. But perhaps it’s time to guide them not by holding their hand and leading them but simply by showing them the way.

OM: It’s just easier to pull them along.

SM: Sure is. Keep doing that and watch them run the other way.

OM: There’s no need to get sarcastic.

SM: Uh okay..sorry. I kind of know how you feel. It's the way you’re made - manufactured to obsess. But you need a makeover, and fast, or you’re set to lose them.

OM (panicking): Lose them? 

SM: Yeah. You need to remember that the kids are no longer babies. What worked for you might not work for them ... or it may ... they want to figure it out themselves. Let them do it. They need a break from your obsessing.

OM: So it’s all my fault? Exactly whose side are you on?

SM: Their’s. But so are you, aren’t you? We’re all on the same side.

OM: Yeah right but I don’t want to leave.

MM: Nor do I. They just don't want me around these days.

SM: I don’t think ANY of us wants to leave. But OM you need to change into me, or at least disguise yourself really well as me. As for MM, you need to be around too but don’t ever, ever show up in public. Keep those hugs and kisses in check. When the two of you are in your element there really is no space for me. And you do need me most at this point of time.

OM: You're unbearably pompous. So the two of us should go into hiding while you rule the roost?

SM: That's right. Unless you want to lose the kids.

OM: No no of course not. I'll give it a shot but I have a feel this is going to be a rough ride. Sigh!

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