Be Kind

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Anti-Bullying Week: 14-18th November 2016

Last night I was nonchalantly scrolling through my Facebook feed, when I came across a video clip of Lucy Alexander on, ‘This Morning.’ Lucy’s teenage son Felix, 17, took his own life after suffering daily taunts from bullies. It drew me in.

This mum was speaking so bravely, so honestly and with such tragic insight, that I wanted to listen. I wanted to learn.

We hear the word, ‘bully’ so often now, we might almost wonder why, when it seems to get bandied around so much, does it still exist? Why do bullies continue to get away with it? Why aren’t we – parents, teachers, friends – so aware of that word, that we are able to stamp it out?

The truth is the tragedy here. The truth is causing young people to jump in front of trains. To take scissors to their arms and to hang themselves. Not because they are cowards, but because they simply cannot take any more. Their minds have been warped and twisted and turned so many times that they no longer know how to unravel it. And the truth is, that as parents, teachers and sometimes even friends, we don’t see it.

We need to educate ourselves. We need to know that if our child is having a sleepover and leaves one friend out, who is normally a part of the group: that is bullying. We need to be aware that when a group of friends arrange to go to the cinema and decide not to tell one friend: that is bullying too. Excluding a child from a party, an outing, a play date, when they normally feel a complete part of that friendship group, is bullying. As parents we must take responsibility for this. Because bullying is not just calling someone names. It’s not just taking something from someone, nor is it just a punch in the stomach – although this is what it feels like to the victim, every time. It can be small things – little incidents, that alone don’t seem to matter too much, but they build up and it is this layering of small things that causes the mind to warp, the mental state to turn.

Bullies may not realise they are bullying. This is the honest truth. So parents and teachers: we are the adults. We must be the vigilant ones. We must be the ones who shout and scream and get our voices heard when we suspect that something is wrong. We must be the ones who talk, who seek advice, who listen and then act.

As Lucy said in her interview, we must teach our children this: Think! Is it true? Is it necessary? Is it kind – before anything you write on social media. Actions and words have consequences. Above all, she said, please let’s teach our children to be kind.

It’s so simple: please just be kind.

In a bid to prevent other young lives being lost, she wrote a heartbreaking but poignant letter to appeal to youngsters, parents and teachers to never turn a blind eye to a child in need.

Here is Lucy Alexander’s letter to bullies, parents and schools in full

On April 27 2016 our beautiful 17-year-old son took his own life. He decided to do this because he could not see any way to be happy.
His confidence and self esteem had been eroded over a long period of time by the bullying behaviour he experienced in secondary education.

It began with unkindness and social isolation and over the years with the advent of social media it became cruel and overwhelming.
People who had never even met Felix were abusing him over social media and he found that he was unable to make and keep friends as it was difficult to befriend the most “hated” boy in the school.
His schoolwork suffered and he found school a daily struggle.
He changed schools for 6th form, something he would not contemplate before, as even though he was miserable he was also terrified of the unknown and was sure that because he felt he was so worthless, another school would make no difference.
He did make friends at his new school and the teaching staff found him to be bright, kind and caring.
He was however so badly damaged by the abuse, isolation and unkindness he had experienced that he was unable to see just how many people truly cared for him.

I write this letter not for sympathy, but because there are so many more children like Felix who are struggling and we need to wake up to the cruel world we are living in.
I am appealing to children to be kind ALWAYS and never stand by and leave bullying unreported.
Be that one person prepared to stand up to unkindness. You will never regret being a good friend.

I have been told that “everyone says things they don’t mean on social media”.
Unkindness is dismissed as “banter” and because they cannot see the effect of their words they do not believe there is one.
A quote I saw on Facebook recently resonated with me and I think is worth thinking about before posting anything on social media. Is it true? Is it necessary? Is it kind?
Our children need to understand that actions have consequences and that people are wounded, sometimes fatally by these so called “keyboard warriors”.
Not all children participate in online abuse, but they may be guilty of enabling others to do it.
They do this by not reporting it, by not supporting or befriending the child being abused, which just validates the bully’s behaviour.

I appeal to teachers to look out for signs that children are struggling. Poor grades or poor behaviour may signal a child crying out for help.
Listen to parents who may report problems and monitor their social interactions.
Are they sitting alone at break time or lunchtime? Are they particularly quiet or are they perhaps too loud?
I do not expect teachers to be psychologists but they have a unique overview of children’s lives and they are able to recognise a difficulty early and help signpost towards help.

Education is a vital part of change. Children need to be shown from a very early age the necessity of kindness to each other.
Incorporate these valuable lessons into the PSHE programme early in a child’s school life.
They all have smart phones at a very young age and it is vital that they are guided on how to use them responsibly and kindly.

Finally I appeal to parents. Please take an interest in what your children do online. Find out what social media platforms they are using and be sure that their use is appropriate and kind.
We don’t like to think that OUR children could be responsible for being cruel to another child, but I have been shocked by the “nice” kids who were responsible in part for Felix’s anguish.
Even if they only say something horrible once, that will not be the only person who will have said something that week.

Group chats can be a particular problem and they can disintegrate into hate fests very easily.
It is too simplistic to say “Why don’t you just block them? You don’t have to read it!” This is the way young people communicate now and many are actually are losing the ability to communicate effectively face to face.
On several occasions we removed all form of social media from Felix as it was causing so much distress, but that just isolated him further and he felt that it was a punishment and not a protection.

Look at your children’s Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat, Googlechat and Facebook.
Help them understand that if they are writing or posting something that they would not want you to read then they should not be doing it. Help them self-edit before they post.
What are they watching online in their bedrooms? Children are witnessing a warped form of reality as violence and pornography are being “normalised” by their ease of access.
We have a collective responsibility to prevent other young lives being lost to unkindness and bullying.

You may see that I have repeatedly used one word in this letter and I make no apology for this.
The word is kindness. I said this at our son’s funeral. Please be kind always, for you never know what is in someone’s heart or mind.
Our lives have been irrevocably damaged by the loss of our wonderful son; please don’t let it happen to any other family.

Lucy works with the charity: Place2Be. Place2Be’s highly skilled practitioners deliver services in 282 schools across the UK. They offer a menu of services relating to bullying for primary and secondary schools, providing support for children, parents, teachers and school staff.

https://www.place2be.org.uk

Children don’t need to be punished, they need to be helped. Let’s help all our children by being more aware.

Lucy Alexander

                                                                     Lucy and Felix

The Voice of Experience Talks Teenage Girls

I thought that it was probably about time I stepped up to the mark and talked about teenage girls in my: Voice of Experience series. I have/have had quite a few (nearly 5) and although I am absolutely not an expert, I feel that I have waded through enough selfies and blusher brushes to at least voice my experiences of them.

You will get to know the postman extremely well, as he or she will be delivering ASOS products and packages from China to your door weekly, possibly daily.

The Ikea shoe rack you bought when your kids were toddlers, no longer caters for 1, let alone any more teenagers. Shoes will take over your house. Shoes and boots. Teenage girls will continue to buy shoes and boots that look exactly like the shoes and boots they already own.

Despite duplicating shoes and boots regularly, they will constantly tell you that they have no money.

They shave their thighs. I was so shocked when I learnt this on holiday in Spain this year, I almost spat out my sangria. Yes, you heard me: their thighs…or perhaps I’m the last to know?

Contrary to popular belief, they don’t initially like to shower. It requires way too much effort. Once they hit 16ish, showering suddenly becomes very important.

They will quite happily take shit photos of you to feed their Snapchat story, but will demand that you delete even the nicest shots of them. They will threaten to report you for child abuse if you don’t.

They will not take off their school jumper, even in a heatwave.

They will not wear a coat, even in a monsoon. Unless it is a coat they have bought – which won’t keep the rain out anyway.

They have a very different concept of appropriate clothing to their parents. They will quite happily let their arse hang out of a pair of shorts and wear see-through leggings. This is very normal behaviour for a teenage girl and to suggest otherwise simply shows how ignorant you are.

They will bake cakes. Quite a lot.

They will pout. I never wanted to believe that my girls would ever pout. I honestly didn’t think they had the pouting gene. They are not even embarrassed by their pouting.

They will have friend issues. You will never quite get to the bottom of it. Just as you think you have nailed the friend that is being the little bitch, bam – that one is the bestie. Stand well back. Be there for them when they allow you onto their hallowed turf, otherwise keep a safe distance. That way, you are doing everyone a favour.

They will wear fake nails. You will find fake nails in odd places. The dog will shit fake nails.

Your house will smell like a whore’s boudoir all the time.

Teenage girls can never have too many bags.

They have somehow managed to create a word, the sole purpose of which is to describe perfectly groomed eyebrows. They may talk of getting an eyebrow tattoo…this does not mean they want their boyfriend’s name across their temple.

They can make you feel like the most unfashionable/unkempt/ignorant idiot with a mere look. If the word: ‘on fleek’ was invented by teenage girls to describe eyebrows, I think the word: ‘disdain’ was actually invented by teenage girls to describe how they feel when they look at their parents.

Above all, teenage girls are vivacious, loving, astute and savvy and I feel  extremely privileged to have the terrifying task of bringing them up as single-minded individuals.

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How not to nail it!

I’ve had a few comments on my blogs recently, congratulating me for ‘having nailed’ parenting. So as not to feel like a fraud, or even, god forbid, an expert who people start to turn to for advice, I thought I would readdress the balance with ways that I have fucked up in the past week. I’ve made a list, because I like lists. Lists are my life.

I didn’t go to daughter 2’s year 11 information evening at school – the one where they were telling parents what an important year it is for their child, giving out vital dates and general words of wisdom. (In my defence, I couldn’t go because I still couldn’t drive after an operation and couldn’t get the train because I still couldn’t walk…but then again, that was after irresponsibly jumping off a 6 foot wall onto concrete in sandals.)

I didn’t go to daughter 4’s year 8 information evening, because I really couldn’t be arsed. I felt a bit guilty and so ran it by number 1 friend, who replied that she hadn’t bothered to go to her daughter’s either. Rather than thinking we were both shit mothers, I felt this justified my absence.

I let daughter 3 pack for her Duke of Edinburgh weekend completely unsupervised, as I was crashed out on the sofa drinking wine and feeling sorry for myself after a busy day. Oh, and Strictly was on and I had to catch Ed Balls making a tit of himself. She then told partner in the car on the way to the drop off point that she didn’t have a coat and yes, the following day it pissed down in the Ashdown Forest. 

I won’t take daughter 1 out driving, because I’m too scared.

I allowed daughter 2 to buy 7 different packets of sweets to take on her D of E weekend, when she had actually been assigned the task of buying breakfast for the group. However, I did lob in a packet of brioche, albeit with chocolate chips. 

Partner and I had a totally uncharacteristic, ‘fuck it’ moment and booked a holiday abroad during term time, alone. If I had been at the year 11 information evening I would have been told that daughter 2’s GCSE mocks are literally the exact dates of our holiday. We could not have been more precise had we tried.

An e mail from daughter 1’s school yesterday, confirmed my worst fears…her A level mocks are literally the exact dates of our holiday…etc

Daughter 4’s school jumper is full of holes. Not just the usual elbow holes, but other much more random holes. When we were at the hospital yesterday for her pre-op for an operation she’s having tomorrow, the nurse asked her to swab her groin. She lifted her skirt and simply had to stick the cotton bud straight through the huge hole in her tights, thus saving her the embarrassment of having to pull them down, but I was mortified.

To be honest, I could go on. But the best length for a blog post is about 500 words (apparently). So I’ll just mention that I have done some good things as a mum this week: my kids have been fed and some weeks, even that feels like an epic achievement.

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A Little Distance

I don’t expect your thanks, but I want your respect. 

When you were on the cusp of hitting these teenage years, I read that your brain was going to change. I was in denial. I didn’t want to believe a word of it. Not my child, I smugly thought. My little girl, who is ever growing. My child who is thoughtful and thankful and who, I honestly feel, everyday, adores me. She thinks that I am funny and I know that because we laugh together – we catch each other’s eye and we get a bit hysterical. We don’t care that those around us don’t get it, all that matters to us is that we do. 

I don’t expect your thanks, but I want your respect.

It crept up on me. I was too relaxed, too content that we were ‘cool’ together. You didn’t want to seek me out in a room. You didn’t need to rest your gaze on me. Moments together became fleeting and tense. Every interaction became a possibility for a battle. Anger made you put up a defence, from where you hid, sharing your woes by text, escaping from them through snap chat.

I don’t expect your thanks, but I want your respect.

I tried to stay close by – within reach, where you had always been happy for me to be. Your coldness pushed me away. I eased forward like a pawn in a game of chess, one square at a time and like the queen you pushed passed me, taking my now fragile mummy ego with you and discarding it at your will. That hurt and stupidly, I let it show. 

I don’t expect your thanks, but I want your respect.

So, like a sailing boat forced by the wind, I changed my tack. I sailed away. Not too far: I dropped the anchor where I could see you and I moved with the waves. I reached occasional highs and I crashed back to the surface many times, but the anchor prevented me from drifting away and the curves of the boat’s hull meant I didn’t sink. I no longer sought your laughter. I no longer sought your thanks. I did things for you out of love. 

I don’t expect your thanks, but I want your respect.

Then one day, when I had sorted through your wardrobe – a job that you were intending to do, but the task had seemed too huge – you came home to that task complete and you said, ‘thank you’. I didn’t let you see me whoop for joy. You didn’t see me smile. You heard me reply with a nonchalant, ‘no problem’. I am happy with a little distance. I am quietly smug that I’ve worked us out.

I know I get your thanks and your respect and in return, you know that you get mine.

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Their World isn’t Our World

I’ve come to a conclusion on something: I wouldn’t want to be a teenager today. I’ll talk from a female perspective, as I am one and as I have 4 daughters and a step daughter, but I’m sure that it’s equally tough for boys. 

Having spent nearly 2 weeks in the company of all 4 of my daughters on holiday – something that never normally happens due to a mixture of work, their clubs and divorce – I realise the constant, unrepentant pressure they are under in their lives. Social media – they cannot get away from it. It is all-consuming. It sucks them in and changes them in the process. It turns them into highly-strung, short-tempered individuals, who would otherwise be perfectly pleasant. In fact, who are perfectly pleasant to other people; they save their stress outs for their parents. 

Social media changes them. It’s a bit like someone who is having an affair. They have to get their next contact hit or a sick feeling builds up inside, as the stress of separation becomes almost unbearable. It’s as addictive as a drug and it also has side effects: paranoia, fear of missing out, depression. They are only the start: body image is distorted as are people’s lives. Everything is just so perfect on screen: happy photos of happy groups, photo shopped photos and photos that have been whittled down from a million selfies to one. Imagine the pressure for ‘likes’ on that one selfie. That one selfie that is literally one in a million. It is this pressure that creates stress and it is this stress that induces mental health issues in many teenagers. 

Let’s talk about sex baby and specifically on-line porn. It’s setting the benchmark for my girls’ experiences and that really bothers me. You see, I want them to feel empowered when it comes to sex – mentally as much as physically. I want them, not only to say ‘no’ if they don’t want it, but to say what they do want too. Porn is making their future sex lives so much harder. It’s setting completely unrealistic expectations and I know that this isn’t good for the boys either. 

So you see, I wouldn’t want to be a teenager today. Exams are all over the place right now. GCSE’s are changing all the time: is it a number you get awarded or a letter? Is it a triple science or a core? Wtf is it, because a parent here is confused. AS levels: in or out? Shake it all about. University anyone? If you fancy a debt of £46,000 hanging around your neck until you are well old. 

Decisions seemed easier when I was a teenager. You knew where you stood with your ‘O’ and ‘A’ levels. University was a straight forward affair: if you were poor you got a grant and lived on baked beans for three years. Sex was as simple as fuck – just the threat of AIDS to navigate your way safely around. 

When I  ask my daughters about the pressures they face, they shrug their shoulders and quite rightly say that it is all they have ever known. They cannot imagine life without social media – of course they can’t, but us parents can’t understand why they can’t put their phones down for a minute without feeling horribly alienated from their world. 

Their world isn’t our world. They have to learn how to cope with it and we can’t help them with this one. That is why, as parents we get so frustrated with their world. 

But I repeat: their world isn’t our world. The best we can do is try to understand and deal with the inevitable fall outs: low self esteem, paranoia, depression to name but a few. What we can’t do is try to enter their world and what we absolutely must never do is cut off their lifeline to it. 

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Drunken Selfies

No wonder teenage girls are so bloody cranky all the time:

“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I’m not even looking at you!”
“Oh my god, everyone is just so annoying looking at me all the time.”

You know, that kind of thing.

It’s because their lives are so stressful. No sarcasm intended. Seriously. Keeping up appearances is exhausting and they have to do it 24/7 for ‘likes’. Get it wrong and their world can collapse with one misjudged selfie.

Trust me, I know. A bit tipsy on 2 Euros fizz one afternoon after a day in the sun, I gave selfie-taking a go. I don’t think that I was exactly inspired by my daughters, as most of their selfies seemed to be a series of gurns for Snapchat. However, I was curious. Did I have what it takes to nail a selfie? I’ve never been able to pout, I just have the wrong sort of lips, but pumped on wine I thought I’d give it a go. I locked myself in the toilet, having noted all summer that a great deal of teenage selfies are taken in front of a sink. Plus, there’s the added advantage of no-one seeing you. I snapped away. I felt like a complete twat, but I carried on regardless.

I exited the loo quite pleased with my results. Yes, I felt like a sad old cow who was trying to keep up with her teenage daughters, but I was safe in the knowledge that no-one was ever going to see the photos except me and it was something I wanted to experience. It’s a bit like the shot on the beach or the photo of the sunset, it’s what everyone (teenagers) seemed to be doing on holiday and I wondered what it felt like to do it – to be so self-indulgent.

That night we were sitting outside a café enjoying a drink, when one of my daughters asked if they could look at my phone. Knowing that I never have anything to hide, I passed it over.

“What the hell!” came the first cry.
“Oh-my-god-mum!” came the second.

The cries came fast and furious after that. Yes, they had found my selfies.

At first I tried to front it out.

“They’re not bad, are they? For an old ish person?”
“Mum, they are awful. Why? I mean..what the..?”
“Well, this one’s ok..isn’t it?”
“NO!” (A four part chorus)

They made me promise that I will never, ever lock myself in a toilet alone again. I am on a month’s probation, during which time the toilet door must be kept ajar.

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Post Script:
My daughters are screaming at me not to post the photo, as it is too embarrassing. The whole point of the post is quite clearly lost on them. Yes girls, self-obsession does make others cringe. Blimey, the lengths us parents will go to in order to hammer a point home.

Ridiculously Human

A couple of months ago I read a post by a fellow blogger, who was questioning whether she could legitimately call herself a writer. I was quite surprised at her seeming lack of confidence in her abilities: of course you can! I wrote in the comments. You write blogs and you’ve even published a book! Why on earth wouldn’t you refer to yourself as a writer?

Last week I received an e mail and a tweet telling me that I have been shortlisted in the Best Writer category of the Mumsnet Blogging Awards:

Bubbles are in order for , who’s been shortlisted for Best Writer at the – well done!

 

Best Writer? I questioned to myself. What about all those other amazing bloggers out there? How on earth have I managed to get on to that shortlist?

Are you detecting a theme? We are always so good at recognising other people’s abilities and will be quite vociferous in our praise for them, but when it comes to our own strengths, we somehow become blind.

It is of course natural that we are our own worst critic. There are many times that I have been reticent to publish a post and that’s been the one that got the most hits. It becomes almost impossible to be objective about your own work. Is this why when we cook a meal it never tastes as good as when someone else has cooked it? Is it because as humans we are simply unable to properly appreciate our own creations?

This got me thinking about our kids. I know that there are many times that parents will wax lyrical about their children, but I often think that I am more likely to admire the achievements of other people’s children, than I am to shout about my own kids’ successes. I’m sure that I’m not alone. Of course I tell them how proud I am, but I rarely shout it from the rooftops. I appreciate their achievements, but it feels overly self-indulgent to announce them to the world.

But therein lies the dilemma. If we don’t tell people, then nobody will know and doesn’t everyone actually, really want people to know, because everyone feels motivated by praise. We all love to get a huge slap on the back, yet we’d rather turn our backs on the people that will give it.

I love writing, but if I wrote blogs that sat gathering dust in my computer I wouldn’t love writing so much. It’s the enjoyment that other people get from my writing that makes me love it. People’s comments make me ridiculously happy. This is a huge thank you to everyone who reads my blog and for all the encouragement you give me by saying to me: please don’t stop writing!

Part of me, somewhere deep down wants to shout about it. I feel that I should be telling people how incredibly honored I feel to have been shortlisted for the Best Writer award and how much it would mean to me to win. I would be dumbstruck, but I would be so excited that my writing has struck a chord.

So, I am going to say that if you enjoy my blogs, please vote for me by clicking on the link below. After October 7th I promise I will stop going on about it. I’ll regain all semblance of a human.

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Oh and before I go, I have also been commissioned to write a unique feature for GoodtoKnow, the on line home of Essentials magazine. I was picked as an August winner and this is the link to my post:

http://www.goodtoknow.co.uk/family/547265/holiday-with-teenagers-ultimate-parenting-challenge

Apparently, the post with the most views in the week it appears wins the opportunity to write a piece to be published in Essentials magazine. I hope you enjoy it. Please share 🙂

Thank you so much for all your support.

 

Shared Control

I have suddenly realised why teenagers are so goddamn difficult. It’s because they are half way between being under our control and us relinquishing all control. It’s not always their fault that they are such bloody hard work sometimes, and it’s not our fault as parents either. For example: they can’t drive until they are almost adults. This means that they may be proactive in getting a job and thus allowing us to relinquish some monetary control, but then they can’t very easily get there so we still have to have some control. This causes stress, because the part that is in their control contains information that is useful to the person who is in control of getting them there, but being teenagers they only really think about themselves. The result is that as a parent you are expected to suddenly be available to assist in their independence, without having full control of the facts. 

This is just one example of hundreds. Sometimes I just want to scream at them: you take full control of your lives then! You organise everything – I don’t have the head space for these snippets of your life that you are expecting and/or needing me to dip in and out of. Then I remember that I am their parent and they are still a child. 

I’ve always drawn comparisons between toddlers and teenagers and I think that one of the only real differences between them is this issue of control. As a parent you have total control over a toddler. They’ll push against the boundaries you are setting, but ultimately you control their whole world. As a parent of a teenager you are gradually releasing your control in order to prepare them for the world outside, however the control you are giving over to them is still not entirely theirs, but it is also no longer yours. This blurring of the boundaries of control causes a great deal of the stress involved with bringing up our teens. 

In the Saturday Times mag last week, Caitlin Moran talked about being, ‘childless’ now that her youngest daughter has turned 13, “My child-rearing is done. I miss being a mother.” My youngest daughter turns 13 next March and yet in my mind I feel that I am a heck of a long way off giving up my title of, ‘mother’. Caitlin Moran does qualify her point by saying that ‘obviously the grander task of parenting is not over’. What her column is really getting at is that the period of full parental control is over for her. That time when she, ‘thought we’d spend a lot more time in museums and libraries. I thought we’d spend half our lives in there, on rainy days, but we went twice? Three times? ..I thought we’d spend a lot more time on the beach. I thought we’d make thousands of sandcastles. We made six. I thought we’d sit round the table more, and play Ludo, and walk the South Downs Way on a sunny day…we just never did.’

 You see, the time to do all these things is while you are in total control of your children. You think you will. You say you will. Then all of a sudden your youngest child is a teenager and as Caitlin Moran says, all you have is, ‘those childhood memories’.

Taking Control

When partner went to pop a black sack into the wheelie bit this morning, he noticed a couple of bags of rubbish in there, chucked on the top. As rubbish in the wheelie bin needs to be in a black sack, he was a little confused as to why it was there. After asking the girls, it transpired that when their dad dropped them back to ours after their week’s holiday with him, he emptied all the rubbish out of his car and asked the youngest to put it all in our bin. He knew we were at work so we wouldn’t interrupt his plan and he presumably specifically asked the youngest because the older two would have questioned why he couldn’t just throw his rubbish away in his own bin. 

We could have been really angry by this incident. It did grate. He often grates and I have, in the past struggled to let things he has done go. I’ve let them get to me, eat away at me and affect my relationship with the girls. 

Now, however, I am getting better. I’m still work in progress but I am improving in the way I deal with the things that he does in an attempt to get under my skin. 

I have made a decision that I will no longer be controlled by him. 

By letting the things that he does upset me, I am allowing him to control my emotions. So I now try to take a deep breath and ignore. I love this video. It is looking at how to deal with a person’s envy and insults and its ultimate message is: if you refuse to accept them, they belong to the one who offered them.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rKhx0cJvVAQ

On this occasion with the rubbish, I turned the situation around. I asked my daughter how she felt when her dad asked her to throw his rubbish into our bin. She said that it didn’t feel right, but that she felt she had to do it, because he had asked her. 

I told my 12 year old daughter very clearly (and loudly so that the daughters still lying in their pits could hear) that if something doesn’t feel right then it isn’t right. It’s the same message we use in our Taekwon-do classes when teaching Stranger Aware. I said to her that if an adult, even someone you know or a friend asks you to do something – for example touch them or do something sexual with them, you don’t have to do it. 

This is such an important message and I was grateful to her dad for giving me the opportunity to say it to my daughters so forcefully. I recently read that young girls are feeling obliged to perform sex acts on boys when they really don’t want to. As I have 5 daughters/step daughter, this really concerns me.

I want my daughters to take control. I want them to feel able to say: no. I never want them to feel beholden to anyone. Nobody should ever hold that power over anyone, ever and I am gradually learning to lead by example. 

Bikini Pose

When I hear a cry of: Mu’um! approaching my bedroom when I’ve just got out the shower, I now administer a sharp warning to the approaching teenager that I’m naked. I’ve been caught out too many times over the past few years and I’ve had my fill of teenage girls’ faces contorted in disgust at the sight of their mother with no clothes on. I don’t think that it’s because of the state of my body particularly. I think if you asked them they’d agree that it’s just the mere fact that I am their mother and I am naked, just as they would no longer stand in front of me with no clothes on. We’re not naturists, it’s all perfectly normal. Which is why when I heard that Jamie Oliver’s two teenage daughters witnessed their 5th baby being born and cut the cord, I was just a little skeptical. I mean, I think my teenage girls would rather kiss my butt than watch another sibling appear from my fanny.

Anyhow, if they did enter my bedroom, they may be in severe danger of catching me perfecting my ‘bikini pose’. Oh yes, nothing escapes me. I’ve seen it on Instagram over and over again since July. On every beach, in every country all over the world, teenagers are taking a stance: not a stance on the abolishment of student grants and rising tuition fees you understand. No, the bikini stance: facing the camera with one leg about a foot further forward than the other with your arse stuck out so far that the small of your back is crying. When I first saw it I thought it looked a little strange – as if they have a problem with their hips. Then I thought to myself: if they’re all at it there must be something in it. So I tried it in front of the mirror this morning. “You put your left leg in, your left leg out. You do the bikini pose to stop it all hanging out!” I found myself humming to myself, as I practised it a few times to get it right and now I know! I know why they do it! I have discovered the teenagers’ secret weapon that they need in their armory with so many selfies constantly taken around swimming pools and being shared immediately on social media: it pulls the tummy tight – try it! Drop what you are doing right now, find a mirror and strike the bikini pose. Join the revolution! No need to shy away from that selfie stick looming over your head as you’re trying to read your magazine. Leap off your lounger, stick one foot in front of the other and stick your bum out. Hell, go the whole hog and do the peace sign. You are going to thank me for this! No more groans as you look back at those holiday snaps, just a beautiful tummy stretched out like a piece of old knicker elastic. 

I’m going to spend this afternoon trawling through Instagram for ways in which I can deal with a fat arse. Watch this space!