Had a little chat yesterday with my sister about personal space, I mentioned that it wasn’t a big deal for me anymore. Unlike when I was younger and single – now that’s a totally different story. It was definitely a big deal for me, I would always seek and crave for that all important territory. If I don’t get it, I end up cranky and in such a foul mood no one would even want to be with me.
As a mum, we just don’t have that. Even when I’m in the bathroom, my daughter demands that I open the door to let her in, she’s the same with her dad. If I’m lying in bed reading, she’ll climb up to be with me or pull me by the hand to go to her room and play with her. And I love that! I love being interrupted by my dear little one. Okay, fine, maybe I do get a little bit cross when she interrupts me when I’m working and I have an important deadline to beat. Other than that, I just simply love it!
Which reminds me of a conversation I had with a woman here in the UK, this was even before T. She was telling me about how she “trained” her children at a very young age to respect her personal space, especially in the bedroom. I remember being horrified of the idea of her kids not being allowed to crawl into bed with her because of her NEED for space. I wonder now if it’s a cultural difference.
I guess it just shows that motherhood, parenthood, is a personal thing. You do what you think is right. What works for you and your family though, won’t necessarily work for your next door neighbour. What do you think?