I have a curious mix of feelings when I use the term 'my son'. I feel extremely important and responsible - that I'm the ultimate care giver in the world and have the most crucial job in the universe- bringing up little Jimmy! On reflection, this is the most important role to me and one which I wouldn't swap for anything :)
The other feelings that I have - and unfortunately can't get rid of - are that of disbelief and cockiness...
Even though I'm thirty-one, I think the parent concept is all too adult for me! I mean, come on -I still feel incredibly juvenile when we go to visit our local doctor or any other authority figure. The fact that I have power and decision making responsibility over my little man is quite scary! It's a bit of a wake up call and something to take very seriously.
The feeling of cockiness arises when I think - hey, I'm a parent, how cool is this!!!! In my subconscious I must harbour the belief that everyone should bow down to me!?! What the... Maybe I'm reverting back to childhood and the notion of the ALL POWERFUL Mummy and Daddy - who knows, but I still find saying 'my son' quite weird...
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I think I am far too immature to be a mother too! I still haven't decided what I'm going to be when I grow up. The same as "my son" I have trouble with "I'm a mother".
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