What’s new is that it may just be working, but not for the usual reasons. Now how did that happen?
This is all about the summer holidays, or to be more exact, my daughter being bored out of her little mind during the holidays. She haunts the house like something out of Harry Potter, moaning and sighing because all her friends have gone on holiday, and she never gets to go anywhere, ever!
Really? Is that true? She’s certain it’s all true. So I decide to cross-examine her on these claims.
Firstly, have all her friends gone on holiday, all at the same time? Apparently so. Her best friend recently moved to Belgium, and her other 4 close friends are all on holiday. Difficult for me to establish the truth here, so I have to accept it. Not a good start for me!
So I move on to the holiday claim. You never get to go anywhere? No, she says. What about Morocco, I say. A few weeks ago we had a holiday in Morocco. Doesn’t count because it wasn’t in the summer holidays, she says. And you’re going to see your auntie in Germany in a couple of weeks – does that count? No it doesn’t, because we’ve been to Germany loads of times. Eh?
So now you see how it is. There’s a special status attached to going on holiday, but only if it’s a ‘proper’ holiday that’s actually in the summer holidays. How did that happen, and when? How do these weird trends get started amongst kids? And most importantly of all, why do I even care?
The little fiend has got past my defences! It’s collateral peer pressure I’m feeling! She’s the odd one out in her group and not liking it, and I feel bad that she’s feeling bad – even though she’s silly and living a life I could only have dreamed of when I was her age.
It’s all quite complicated and strange really. The whole thing about giving your children the best you can – it inevitably raises their expectations of life, which is what you want for them. But then they come across as all spoiled because you’ve succeeded in making them want more from life, and they’re asking you to supply it!
Pretty funny really. This is the definition of becoming a victim of your own success. I just have to convince her that wanting more from life is great, but she has to stop expecting me to do it all for her, all the time. I tell her to go think up her own ways of making money and having fun. Ok mummy she says. Will you help me think of something?