Tuesday, May 22, 2012

title pic Nightmare…

Posted by dulwichmum on Thu 6 March 2008

Since finding this hilarious wedding invitation online, I have been tortured by recurring nightmares. In one version I am the sobbing mother, and some minx is making off with my golden son, in another frightful hallucination – I am the bride (my monster-in-law hates me you know)!!!

This dear friends, is Dulwichmum’s complete and utter ultimate nightmare scenario – after all of my hard work!

I never do anything at all in half measures you know. I always endeavour to be the best at everything, in this case – I am trying to afford my munchkins the best possible opportunities in life (I have been plying them with Omega 3 rich fish oils since birth).

In an effort to ensure that the poppets gain places at the right universities, I am already bearing their future UCAS (university) application forms in mind…

I encourage my darling boy to engage in outdoor sports; rugby, football, cricket and martial arts (I will ensure that Max is perceived as an asset to any university team) – but what if instead of gaining the title of Captain of the Rugby/Cricket Team and completing his Gold Duke of Edinburgh Gold award by 17, darling Max decides to be a martial arts instructor or an orienteering coach? OHMYGOD!

I am focused on ensuring that my poppet will play both a stringed and brass musical instrument to Grade 8 (it looks so darned “well rounded” on an application form for university, he can play in their brass band or orchestra) but what if my little man decides to join a band or ever OHMYGOD – play the oboe for a living???

My baby boy has been bombarded with Muzzy French and Mandarin (the business language of the future) since birth – enjoying after school mandarin lessons so very much indeed (I had to put the darling’s name down on the waiting list at conception for this one, sigh) – but what if he decides that he actually wants to live in France or China or be a language teacher???

I am tortured. How can a mother ever feel secure that she is making the right choices for her perfect son?

I shall teach Freya everything I know. My darling four year old flower is already equipped with her own orange sticks and pushes back her cuticles regularly – I can rest assured that I am getting it right with one of my offspring…sigh.

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