Tuesday, 5 October 2010

Well you know it’s whatever…

Why is it the things you worry about most just don’t register with your young? Is it just a boy thing to totally dismiss something really brave as a “whatever”?
In a state of extreme anxiety I heroically curb my tongue as we walk back to the car on Friday afternoon, longing to ask a myriad of questions about how the talk on epilepsy went. Did everyone understand? What questions did they ask? Have any of them been horrid since?
Tell me I want to scream tell me everything and if any of them have been beastly then just let me at ‘em!
I get a shrug of his shoulders and a whatever  look and I begin to feel that The Boy is perfectly aware of my agitation and is studiously skirting the subject, scuffing his feet along the ground so that I am soon telling him to pick his feet up properly and not to ruin his shoes:
“Do you know how much they cost!” I bark, “Honestly money doesn’t grow on trees you know. They were brand new only a week ago! Now look at them!”
Bog Boy skips ahead without at care in the world calling out to me how his shoes aren’t all scruffy are they Mummy, in an attempt to gain my approbation and a little of my attention too.
The Boy scowls and scuffs some more muttering under his breath how much he hates his little brother.
“Boy! Have you been listening to me? Pick. Up. Your. Feet!”
Despite the bright sunny September sun, the mood is cloudy by the time we all reach the car and it crosses my mind that this is not what I wanted at all. I want to be the caring Mum, the one who listens, the one who they turn to and here I am being Nag Hag. All I want to do is help and it galls me to think my kind of help is not wanted. I am obviously doing something wrong.
A change of tack is required.
“Who wants sweets?”
Scuffed shoes, annoying brothers and prying mothers are forgotten and as we wander our way along the lanes back home with music blaring and sweets being chomped I get an answer of sorts.
“O says he gets rashes…”
The comparison of ailments I must conclude is a good thing then…

10 comments:

Expat mum said...

Being serious for a moment - he may just not want to talk about it with you yet. He's probably still processing what went on and how he feels.
My little guy is very upset at the thought of his big sis going on to college, but there's only so much he wants to talk about at home, so I've set up someone at school who can chat with him when he wants to.

Tattie Weasle said...

Expat Mum - it's difficult to keep Mum but you're right. Maybe he's not ready ...yet. In the meantime I say nothing and try not to repine upon it too much...

Jude said...

Grr - scuffing feet and ruined shoes - tell me about it. I must sound just the same.

It's funny how little brothers always do that - 'I'm not doing that mummy am I?' thing, whether it's for reassurance or attention. Again, mine's the same.

I suppose if you're really desperate to find out how it went, you can always ask his teacher.

Tattie Weasle said...

Jude - I really don't want to go behind his back. I resign myself to the fact that if he wants to, he'll tell me, even though I twitch a lot while I wait...!!!

Posie said...

Kids...mine are exactly the same Tattie, and to be honest I think I am probably a bit like it with my own mum. I think it is about independence. He will share with you if he chooses and when he is ready, but I also know as a mum how frustrating that can be too. I think your little soldier is really growing up and to him it really isn't a big deal. Best wishes

Tattie Weasle said...

Posie - I think you're right maybe he really doesn't think it a big deal. Problem is with us Mum's we look to hard for tings!

Lou said...

It's pants being human.... I romantiscise all my pick-ups from school.... the reality is never as good!

Trish @ Mum's Gone to... said...

I think if it had gone badly the teachers would have told you about it. No news is good news? And there must have been some positive feedback if his mate "gets rashes"...that made me smile.

Spencer Park said...

I think it is the way that lads deal with things.

I doubt that his mates will have said much to him. They will have shrugged their shoulders. To them he will be the same person he was before.

Tattie Weasle said...

Lou - agrees it is pants being human but do you think dogs or cats have it better with their offspring? :)
Trish@Mumsgoneto - Certaonly hope so! I'm holding out on the rashes!
Spencer Park - Just the answer I was looking for it's a boy thing! What a relief!

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