How is it possible that as a woman I can be totally comfortable with the person that I am and yet as a parent feel constantly ‘judged’.
It’s a total mystery to me, why when faced with my child’s bad behaviour do I crumble into a gibbering wreck. Admittedly on occasion it’s nearer to hysterics, like the occasion when a very serious faced teacher came to speak to me in the school playground to inform me that my son had been “wearing a pair of pants on his head” and “was I aware that he had brought pants to school?” I’m afraid all composure left me as I rolled around the playground laughing. I knew it wasn’t the correct parental response but I’m afraid I lost it.
I know it’s ridiculous to worry so much about what others think and as a dance teacher and Scout leader I don’t judge because a child does something wrong, it’s just what children do. It’s a normal part of the learning and growing up process, if a child always follows the rules how will they know the limits, it’s important to explore boundaries to push the limits, to explore the person that they want to be. I value the children who push the limits, I see their leadership potential, their creativity, their ingenuity. I see a young person with character, who is capable of so much and for