Joanne Gallacher
By Joanne Gallacher

Best mother competition

And the best mother competition winner is...

My youngest daughter has reached a major developmental milestone – No, she's not reciting Shakespeare or Poetry. Yet! Or, calculating maths faster than Einstein - she’s allowed me to put bobbles in her hair.

What!!! I hear you cry? I'll have you know this was a real momentous occasion for us.

She was born with very little hair and then when it came through it was very curly. I mean, proper curly. So, when wet it’s quite long but when dry it springs straight back up. I think you get the idea. I love it but she was very keen to wear the bright ribbons like her sister.

Mother competition

Anyway, we’ve got there and as I say it’s been a major achievement – I may even add it to her baby book. However, I’ve been left very dismayed as listening to other Mums she seems behind. At not quite two and a half, she can’t say her alphabet – not even backwards!

Her speech was described to me a few weeks ago as “baby talk”. HUH! I’ve got the hump now!

Yes, there is some babble in there but I can understand her – she doesn’t know her colours but she knows her animals, she loves books and she knows her own mind! It that so bad? She sings and dances with the best of em and she's the most astute little lady I know.

She can be infuriatingly stubborn, she knows her path and won’t be swayed, and she does things when and how she wants. Is that difficult? YES. Does it annoy me? Most definitely but it’s who she is and in the future I want her to be a strong woman who knows her own mind, is confident in her own decisions and goes her own way.

In the meantime though, knowing her ABCs will ultimately help so I’ll need to knuckle down! I think?

I’m giving myself a hard time and I don’t know why because I do loads with my girls but according to Mums I encounter they seem to be lagging behind in some national league table which they know all about and I’ve been left in the dark.

Is there some kind of National Service I should’ve enrolled them on?  They obviously require a Drill Sergeant as opposed to a Mummy who showers them with affection, spends as much time as possible with them, lets them run around and have fun and get dirty – at 6 and 2 they should obviously be past all of that by now. Not!

Why are we so competitive? Have we become an “I want it all” society? Is it because we were raised in the seventies – we were practically dragged up!

Let's be honest, back in the dear ole 70's the majority of parents smoked so we went to school stinking, we didn’t have to wear seat belts, a birthday party was a cake and sandwiches with cousins – not a class full of friends and rather than the naughty corner or time out spot – we got a smack!

I don’t condone any of the above but I wonder if Mums and Dads were as competitive back then. There were lots of things I couldn’t do in Infants School which I hope I can do now!

Let’s just allow our children to be just that – children!!

It doesn't last long and before we know it they're adding up and reading with the best of them. Remember the singer Michael Jackson, he had to grow up too fast too soon. Then in adult life he just wanted to be a child. A valuable lesson should be learned from this. Push too hard and the child will be lost in the adult.

There... Rant over. For now. X

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