I am a well-trained babysitter. I have six younger siblings and basically, I had to babysit them all.
I cooked and fed them. I clothed them. I changed their nappies. I made them do their homework. I rocked them to sleep. I played with them. I punished them. I wiped their bums. I saw some of them take their first steps. For one of my brothers, his first word was Sister, not Mum nor Dad, but Sister because I taught him to speak.
I was like a mini-Mum to them.
Admittedly, my mini-parenting skills were pretty rubbish. I let them eat junk. I let them watch TV. I let them stay up late. I let them watch horror films with me. But hey, I was a young child too. My parents didn’t know any better as they worked all night and didn’t know all the shenanigans we got up to. Sometimes, when I look back, I feel very guilty for not being a better mini-Mum…but then again, I didn’t know.
Anyway, I have always wanted to have children. In fact, 6 kids. I was broody when I was a single girl. I was dying to have babies.
But now, something has changed. And I really cannot pinpoint the source. The biological clock aint ticking no more.
Don’t get me wrong, I still love babies and I do like kids. (I love babies the most. I love babies more than I like kids. I like kids more than I like teenagers.)
I used to find children cute and stuff. I had lots of patience for them. They said the cutest things. And even better, they liked me too!
But now, I don’t know what changed. They don’t seem to warm to me anymore. They don’t like me as much. And then, for me, they start to get really naughty. They don’t listen to their parents. They scream. They cry. They get on my nerves??!!!
And even worse, teenagers!!! When they’re at that annoying teenage phase, they do my head in!
I used to teach Sunday School – 2 different classes. One class was the older kids age. And the next class up which were the teenagers. I also wanted to do the Creche too. And we used to get on famously – both classes.
But now…get me away from those moody teens!
Gosh, I sound like such a kiddy-hater! Funny thing is, I had to babysit yesterday and will be babysitting later today and probably tomorrow too.
For the parents out there who want me to babysit, please do not panic! I will not kill your child. I will not maltreat them. And no, I do NOT hate your kids!
My theories are as follows.
- I think that now that I am ELIGIBLE to become a Mum (since I am now married with husband who you-know-what-I-mean-but-let-me-just-put-it-into-awkward-wording…the act of making babies..ahem!!), I am probably subconsciously scared that I will turn out to be a bad parent?? Could that be it??
- Or maybe because we are so financially poor that I feel that we cannot possibly support a child and my spending?? Could that be it??
- Or having a kid means that I can no longer act like a kid myself? I will have to grow up and accept responsibility?? Could that be it??
- Or maybe we will have a stupid and ugly baby?? No, that is totally NOT the reason! Haha!
Anyway, the Rugrat Rant is over. Let’s carry on with our lives…