Dad dot info
DAD.info form. Ask questions, get answers

Maternal instincts

<a href="https://www.dad.info/" target="_blank">DAD.info</a>

DAD.info

25 Mar 2014

We recently bought my four year old daughter, Meri, a doctors set with a little stethoscope, thermometer, blood pressure gauge and little bottles for medicine. She was playing with it intensely, medicating her cuddly toy, Little Tigger, one afternoon.

“Do you want to be a doctor when you grow up?” I asked her trying to sound interested but not pushy.

She thought about it for a while and then shook her head, “No,” she replied, “I want to be a mummy when I grow up.”

“Hmm,” I said, “You know you can be a doctor as well as being a mummy.”

“No,” she said, “I just want to be a mummy,” cradling her poorly Tigger.

Now at this point I didn’t know whether to be charmed or alarmed. A dream of happy grandfather-hood reading my lovely grandchild a bedtime story in soft late summer sunshine jostled in my brain with a dystopia of a shell suited fifteen year old Meri pushing around a baby buggy in drizzle on a housing estate.

A few days later after having visited my own mother with my six year old son for the day the right answer came to me. The best way of explaining what Arun had been up to at his grandmothers’ house is to quote, verbatim from the e-mail she sent me after her son and grandson had left:

“Found the kitchen door key in the pile of old carrier bags behind of the kitchen door. Also, he had tried to plug the hair dryer into the socket in the corner at the back of the door. Also I looked for the invoice for the items that were delivered yesterday -it was in the postal tray – another letter from the postal tray was on the window sill of the front bedroom. And the writing pad for phone messages from the computer desk has been “transferred” somewhere. Three magnets from the dish washer found in the fruit basket .

Very pleased that he’s started practical organising and re-organising things, “helping” granny: gave me some activity, finding and putting things back.”

My mum’s measured response was something to behold. I know that my reaction when Arun starts re-organising things at home is: “Really? As if I don’t have enough to do!”

Only a mother (and grandmother) could be so forgiving. I suppose it’s in the genes and if my little Meri turns out to have the same instincts I will be immensely proud of her, regardless of whether she’s a doctor or not.

 

 

 

The views expressed in this blog are solely those of the blogger and do not necessarily represent the views of Dad.info.

 

Related entries

Too old for this

Too old for this

It was late on a Thursday evening and Rodger and I were walking up Upper Street in Islington, looking for a Thai restaurant. We were a little worse for wear   “You OK?” he asked looking at my awkward gait. “Yeah,” I said with that little inflection that indicated...

The big day

The big day

I could hear the rustling from the room next-door and glanced at my watch: 6:30 am. I groaned to myself but there was a certain inevitability about it   The kids bounded into our room moments later. “Is Uncle Steve here? Is he here?” They asked excitedly. “Yes,...

The big questions

The big questions

I was walking home from school with my five year old daughter. As we approached our front door she looked up at me   “Daddy?” she asked in that tone of voice that all dads will recognise as a precursor to something that they’ve been pondering. “Yes?” I answered...

Latest entries

Why Fathers Should Teach Their Kids About Money…

Why Fathers Should Teach Their Kids About Money…

'When my daughter was 17', writes Michael Gilmore (The Seven Dollar Millionaire) 'I had a series of frightening revelations that set me on an unusual path, one that resulted in me writing her a modern fairytale, Happy Ever After: Financial Freedom Isn’t A Fairy...

Pin It on Pinterest