I’ve been on MN for nearly 20 years, and have read hundreds of threads in which people have referred to the behaviour of their parents, and the negative effect it had on their lives. These range from horrific physical abuse, to more subtle mental abuse (such as pressure to achieve, favouring siblings, constant bickering etc).
I’ve been a single parent to my now teens since day one, and have done the absolute best I can. I’ve always put my kids first, played with them, taken them on lovely trips, endless model railways (both loved trains), spent hours kicking a ball around with them at the park, read to them, had water fights in the garden - basically my life revolved around them, and every spare moment was spent doing stuff together.
But recently DS1 has said things that have made me question myself. He’s just finished his first year at uni, and he’s experiencing quite bad anxiety about his future. He says the thought of growing up and having to get a proper job fills him with dread. The reason for this? Well, it’s the example I set. I have a stressful job, and although I only worked 2.5 days a week, the hours were long, and he says I always came home grumpy and snappy. Which is true. I’d get home and the house was a tip, I’d have to do everything myself, there’d always been some sort of mini drama to fix, lost school uniform to find, broken toys to mend etc. When they were younger my Mum looked after them, and whilst she’s a lovely wonderful person, she’s incredibly messy, so I’d come home to total devastation every day, like dirty nappies on the floor, spilled food everywhere. I’d have to rush around trying to clear up, find everything for the next day, get the kids to bed, hear about the disasters of the day. And I was already exhausted after a 14 hour day at work.
Obviously the kids are older now, and I work shorter hours, so it’s not as bad. But it really upsets me to think that without meaning to, I appear to have created anxiety in my DS.
Sometimes it feels impossible to win as a parent, which makes me very sad. None of us are perfect, but does the bad stuff really cancel out the good stuff?