As you know, I like a quote, and one that I heard sometime ago that I particularly liked was this:
'You're never happier than your least happy child'
It's so true, someone in some article I read many years ago, also said that if you have more than 2 children then it doesn't really matter how many you have because it's chaos anyway - that too is very true, at least it is in our house.
Anyway, I liken it to plate spinning, you just get all 3 plates spinning nicely, albeit on possibly shorter sticks than you would have liked, but spinning nonetheless when, out the corner of your eye you catch one doing that wobbly dance. Instantly you feel responsible and you rush to try and catch it or, at the very least, cushion the fall.
Some people though appear, with very little effort to have plates that spin away endlessly on giant sticks and never seem to do the wobbly dance, their parents make the tiniest of adjustments very rarely and the spinning just goes on while the rest of the world stands back and admires the brilliance and height of the plates. Others, me included, dash about like lunatics frantically trying to keep our plates spinning whilst at the same time making massive efforts not to drop the many balls we are juggling at the same time.
I guess the difference in plate spinning ability is in fact the holy grail of parenting.
Anyway, I had all 3 plates spinning quite well then, just after Christmas I became aware of a little slowing of one of them but I wasn't unduly concerned. The plate along with piles of washing returned from uni some weeks ago and I knew before it started that the plate, middle child, was running into a problem. The long and the short of it is that he doesn't want to return to uni in the Autumn and to be honest I,
we, do get where he's coming from. For the thousands of pounds of debt he is stacking up he receives 9 hours a week of actual tuition over some 27/28 weeks of the year. Forgetting the fact that the course is not quite what he hoped it would be you do have to wonder just what the true value of some of these degrees is. He would, along with millions of other kids leave uni with a 'media' degree and a huge debt.
'You need a plan' I told him,
'you know what God does to people who make plans?' said Andrew
'what?' I asked
'he laughs!'
Funnily enough, on the flip side of all this, eldest child, who has until now made it his life's work to fulfil as little of his potential as it was possible to do, has begun to see that there is more to life than fixing office equipment. The text I had been waiting for over many years finally arrived a few weeks ago while he was on holiday in Cyprus.
'Think I might go and get a couple more A'levels' it read - off I went, googling frantically, do you know you can't get an A'level at evening classes these days - dog grooming, signing, tai chi and cookery are all available but if you are serious about getting back into higher education you have to give up your job, is it just me or is that ridiculous?
I am surprised but so pleased to report that 2 or 3 weeks on he is still determined to do this whatever it takes and we are making progress to make it happen, surprisingly too we haven't had to do very much, he has sorted it all pretty much himself.
My middle plate is still wobbling and not too sure which direction it needs to be going in but I guess we just need to believe it will come good in the end and he'll find his way, until then we'll just have to keep supporting the plate to keep it spinning and attempt to keep our own balls in the air!.