Juggling, my mum was lovely. Didn't I make that clear when I said she'd have walked over hot coals for the most trivial of my requests? And she did, too. She couldn't have loved me any more if she'd tried, she just wasn't that bothered about small children.
Jawanna - someone asked about a school play, I answered.
To put it another way, let's suppose DC1 is turning sixteen and I say 'oh, my little boy is getting so big, I miss you being little!'
That's not true. The truth is they get better as they get older, and given they are children for eighteen years and adults for (I hope!) a lot longer than that, I don't see my being a bit bored by typical 'kiddie' things as evidence for being a terrible mother - on the contrary, I actually know I'm not.
Mother 1 says 'I love the baby stage, it's so special.'
Mother 2 says 'I adored mine when they were in primary school, being part of all those special things.'
Mother 3 (me) says 'I think the best is yet to come. I can't wait to support and help them through tough exams and celebrate with them (hopefully) or cuddle them and reassure the, if it's bad news. I can't wait to wind them up about boyfriends and girlfriends. I think I'll be brilliant at keeping their confidence high through fall outs and friendship troubles. I look forward to seeing my gorgeous son graduate (if he goes to university!) and see my lovely girls as young women for their proms.'
In comparison, a day at Peppa Pig World just doesn't do it for me, although I am taking the DDs next year. I just don't get excited about these things or look forward to them. Doesn't make me a crap mum - I will hold my hands up and confess to being crap at the crafty stuff though, but a good crafter does not make a good mum!