There’s a meme that is doing the rounds at the moment, and if you’re a Mum and on Facebook you’ve probably had it pop up in your feed once or twice:
A little slice of Mother Guilt anyone? Come on, just one more tiny wafer….
And rightly so, I say, because a lot of you are screwing up aren’t you? Maybe not in astronomical ways, but in little, insidious ways every single day. Sometimes without even realising, you are messing up your children’s brains and lives forever.
But not over here. Up here (on the moral and ethical high ground) the view is perfect. Over at The Asher House we are all neat, kind, well-mannered, successful, happy, wise, talented and, well, perfect.
I have delved into the
archives my phone to find documents to regale and impress you. And of course prove my superiority.
I found this little love note on Liam’s desk a few years ago. Ahh Liam, my gorgeous, quiet, gentle-soul of a son. In case you can’t read it, it is poignantly entitled Liam’s Revenge and even better than a sonnet, it is more of a To-Do list. A list wondrous things that he will do to his little (then 4 year old) sister. Just quietly, I was relieved to find the note and be alerted to the plans of the PSYCHOPATH before Check Box One was completed. Please note the tasks Three and Four: “Brake (sic) the things she makes” and “Call her names” have been successfully performed. We are so proud to have such a committed high-achiever for a son. I think most of the pundits would agree that goal setting and completion of tasks are the marks greatness…. Or perhaps it is vengeance that is the sign. Obliterate the competition.
Coco has just started violin lessons, which
makes our ears bleed brings much joy to our home. This morning I was pleased and impressed to see she has penned her very first song. It is without a title so far, but I think you will agree, it is the work of a prodigy. There is a fair bit of crossing out, so perhaps the final words are still under review, but the chorus is truly wonderful.
In case the meaning escapes you the lyric is:
Pop, cha cha
Fart, cha cha
They mean the same thing
They come out of people’s bums.
La La La La
La La La La
La La La La
(The chorus went on for quite a while, like any good ‘pop’ song… see what I did there?)
So there you have it, THAT is what perfection looks (and smells) like. If you feel like you aren’t keeping up, feel free to drop me a line. I think this year I’ll run some courses on pyshco and maestro hot-housing. I’m clearly onto something.