By the way, I’ve written a follow-up to this post, five years later! Link here.
Quick fire: Here’s what I think:
I wish I was entirely fine with this process. It’s one of life’s inevitabilites. Fighting it, ultimately doesn’t work. There are elements of it that are life-affirming and wonderful; experience is beauty, but oh how I wish it just didn’t happen. That it wasn’t quite so brutal. My Mum, who is the ultimate role model for everything; she is AWESOME, has aged beautifully. She is at-one. I love and emulate that. And isn’t this image just beautiful?
Shopping as favourite?
For me, nothing like going into a shop and seeing lots of things that make my heart go pitter-patter. I wish I wasn’t quite so shallow and that the things that made me heart beat fast had more substance than a pretty dress. But that’s how I am – have been the same since the age of 5 (but then it was pink and white candy-striped dungarees that caught my eye).
Should mothers work?
Whatever gets you through the day. Such a fiercely personal choice. First one must look at why mothers work – what is it that motivates them? From my observations on this, it’s not all it seems; the motivations are wide, varied and unexpected. Understanding that choice must come first before any judgement is made about whether it’s right or wrong.
The medical profession?
I have always had the utmost faith in the medical profession. I respect doctors enormously, in a similar way to lawyers. Clever, dedicated people. However in recent dealings with the medical (dental) profession I have been left wanting. How come they don’t know all the answers? Have they not devoted years of study to finding out why something goes wrong with the human body? I am a specialist in my job – if someone asks me a question that I don’t know the answer to, I go away and find out. I don’t just send them away to cope with it. The older I get the more I find that there are few straight-forward answers in medicine. This bothers me.
Should children be pushed academically and in, for example, sport? Should children be made to sit exams? I think, sometimes yes. Life has tests, why should we pretend in childhood that tests don’t exist? We can help reduce the number of tests (I am speaking metaphorically about all tests children face; be they mathematics, getting through playtime, being in a school production, running a race) but at the end of the day, is it not better to prepare children to know how to deal with some pressure? The trick is not too much pressure and to not erode or deface the relationship they have with their parents by making success synonymous with unconditional love and respect. I have seen pushy parents in action and it’s not pretty. Still working out how I feel about this one…
Cooking a meal from scratch every night?
Ready-made meals; what Jamie Oliver hates. I cook a fair amount, most nights I make a meal from fresh ingredients, from scratch. It is time-consuming and often I find it enormously tedious but I do it because it matters. I also periodically test my children on whether they know what a butternut squash looks like vs a chilli. I can’t bear the thought that some children don’t know what a potato is unless it comes in the form of chips. I think they have to see me cook; not just put a plastic packet in the oven.
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Going to bed at 8.30pm?
For adults, not children. I am all for it. For children, the earlier the better 😉
Having the right shoes?
Yep, it does matter. To me.
Making a good cheese sauce?
I find the most important thing is to whisk the roux with the milk, briskly; a brisk whisk if you will. I also find that I do it with a smile on my face as I think (always) of my friend L who commented that her bottom wobbled when making a cheese sauce. I find the smile helps the consistency 😉
|…looks just like this my kitchen…go Gwyneth…|