‘Yummy mummies’ – one of those
inane expressions that sadly gained momentum because some literary genius
noticed that two words rhymed. More’s the pity they didn’t just stick with
creating hugely imaginative monikers for celebrities – such as the likes of JLo,
Brangelina or TomKat.
Whilst the term is irritating –
there is a definite ‘type’ of mummy lurking out there. The type that must be
seen, be heard, be admired…
These 'yummy mummies' appear to be
doing all the right things, wearing all the right gear, going to all the right
places, while parading their offspring like some sort of achievement trophy…but
scratch the surface and there seems to be a whole other agenda.
These mummies seem to vicariously
live through their kids, gaining some bizarre pleasure out of embroiling
themselves in their activities. No doubt some clinical psychologists would
suggest that these mummies suffered at the hands of their own parents, and now
they are able to turn their lives around.
But the question has to be asked, for who?
Let kids be kids; let kids revel in
their own fun; let kids explore, risk take and be independent; let the umbilical cord be severed.
Otherwise, we are at risk of
rearing a generation of over-indulged, over-protected, overly dependent young
adults who feel they are owed something.
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| The cure for boredom is curiosity. There is no cure for curiosity. Dorothy Parker |
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