motherhood, Parenting, Stay-at-home-mom

When Your Kids Hurt Your Feelings

For the past 10 days I have been working on costumes for the girls.

Their (Catholic) school celebrates Shrove Tuesday every year by having a fancy-dress day. Each year or class gets their own theme, and then the older years run a contest to determine a winner. For the younger kids (pre-school), it’s not supposed to be a big competition but it inevitably becomes one.

The theme for the pre-school last year was Pyjamas – easy right. This year is was any Disney character or Superhero. Their logic being that most kids will have something along these lines already, and if not, it won’t take a huge amount of effort to come up with something simple.

Unfortunately the parents don’t get to wing it. The pressure is huge to come up with the perfect outfit for your little star!

My eldest wanted to wear her Elsa dress, but when we tried it on we realised it was about 20cm too short. So my youngest said she would wear it. Perfect. Sorted.

Then my eldest decided that she wanted to be a Disney Fairy, but not Tinkerbell … oh no! She wanted to be Rosetta!


Okay. *deep breaths*

I went to the sewing shop to buy the pattern but they didn’t have one so I had to come up with my own. I’m a very beginner sewist so my skills are very limited.

Nevertheless, I think I did okay creating a petal skirt and a halter neck style top.

Once I started constructing the eldest’s outfit, the youngest decided she wanted mommy to make her an outfit too … also one of the fairies. I gently encouraged Silvermist because she wears a dress and not tights and shirts and all sorts of difficult things.

Fine. She pushed her luck a little by asking to be Rosetta also but I said no, you can’t be the same, so she seemed happy with Silvermist.


So I went back to the material shop, bought her material etc, and set about constructing her dress complete with flowing chiffon (she is a water fairy).

Last night I took stock of my achievements and was really quite proud. Two beautiful outfits, compleley hand made with love, two seemingly satisfied children eagerly anticipating the next day’s excitement.

I even prepped them to make sure they were happy that I would send them to school in their normal clothe and then come later and dress them up for the parade, making sure they understood that their friends would most likely be dressed up already but they should wait so their satin and chiffon outfits weren’t destroyed by yoghurt and wooden combing frames! *Can you feel my pain?*

They heard me, understood me, and were happy when I dropped them off.

I had a million things to do this morning but I got it done and got there 45 mins before the start to get them ready.


I took my youngest to get dressed first and as soon as I put her dress on her she threw an almighty tantrum. Screaming, kicking, pulling at the dress trying to rip it off herself. Her words “It’s ridiculous! I look ridiculous! I’m not wearing this!”

I was horrified. Where had this come from?

Now under normal circumstances I’d have taken none of her nonsense, dressed her in the required outfit, and dragged her back to her classroom.

But …

I was so hurt. I could feel the tears welling up inside me. All because this child of mine (refer back to previous post on threenager) didn’t like the special outfit I had made for her. Not only that, but I really was proud of it. I thought it was stunning. Also though, a slight sense of panic as I had no alternative for her, it was far too late to go back home and fetch the Elsa dress.

I was very hurt. I helped her take it off. She wanted to wear her dress she’d been wearing all day (pink & grey – not blue) and her blue fairy wings. And that was that. No arguing, no fighting. Whatever she wanted because, quite frankly, after the day I’d had, this was the last thing I needed, wanted, or deserved. I had no fight left in me.

I finished dressing her, she skipped off back to her class. I explained what had happened to her teacher who also tried to persuade her, to no avail. So I gave up.

I went to find my eldest, and dressed her up. She was so happy. So proud. So beautiful. It renewed a little of my self-esteem and happiness.

I left them there and headed for the pool where they were to parade around. I sat by myself hiding my weepy eyes behind my sunglasses. Eventually a few other moms I know came to sit with me and conversation changed so I was distracted from my personal wounds.

The parade started, and my youngest trotted past me while I sat in the front row. She was grinning, smiling, waving, happy as anything dressed in her old pink dress and blue fairy wings. What could I do but smile and wave and take pictures like all the other mommies. Like nothing was wrong.

Then came my eldest, waving hysterically at me, as beautiful as always.

And then it was over.

A week of work, stress, love and care going into this, and it was over in 15 minutes.

I collected them, we went to the shops, my eldest wore her outfit for half the afternoon too. Youngest didn’t even show one flick of remorse, or apology. She didn’t even give a sh*t that she had knowingly hurt my feelings. I know she’s 3, but she knows!

The rest of the day progressed fairly normally. Nothing exciting to report on.

But I still feel deeply hurt. My job as a mom though is to brush it off … isn’t it? I mean, what’s the alternative? Continuously harp on about it? Rub it in her face? Hold it against her? No. I can’t do that. She’s 3. I’m 35! I should know better. I do know better.

Did I learn any lessons today? No, not really.

Will I make as much effort next time? Probably.

Winner: Her.

Loser: Me.

That’s ‘momlife’ for you.

No doubt she will wake up tomorrow like nothing happened, I will have to put it out my mind.

Again … that’s ‘momlife’ for you.

3 Little Buttons
Mummy Times Two

32 thoughts on “When Your Kids Hurt Your Feelings”

  1. I have a threenager (girl) too and she’s not shy in expressing how she feels! But it’s all part of the learning process, eventually they’ll understand how hurtful their tantrums and words can be. Easy for me to say looking in from the outside but I wouldn’t take it so much to heart. #postsfromtheheart

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    1. I have finally gotten over it. I think it was also just shock. She’s my ‘late bloomer’ in the threenager stakes and I’m constantly shocked by her behaviour because she was ‘the good one’ for so long. I guess I’ll live though! lol

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  2. You did a fantastic job in making something when a lot of people would have bought something from a shop. I think it will be one of those family stories that you will keep and share and when she is grown up she will be hugging you for being an amazing mum. 3 year olds are very difficult to please! Don’t let it stop you from making something next time. Handmade gifts are always so precious.

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  3. They sometimes know precisely which buttons to push to make you feel extra crappy don’t they?! I’m sure it was out of her mind the minute it was said, these tots are narcissistic dictators – they’ll get there. You made an amazing effort and they obviously loved the outfits so as best you can shrug it off! #postsfromtheheart

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  4. Oh bless you they just don’t understand. I think you are amazing for just attempting as I tried handmade costumes one year for my son then never did again. It was his first Christmas play and I sewed ball balls on a green jumper as he was meant to be a Christmas tree. It took me ages. All the other children had really expensive bought costumes and they sat my son at the back. I felt like an awful mother! If I ever need a fairy costume I know who to come to! Thank you for linking to #stayclassymama x

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  5. Oh dear, there’s always such pressure on everyone for these kind of things, kids and parents. And it’s easy to understand why after putting in all the effort you were disappointed. Sometimes things don’t go as we planned. Chin up – your shower them in love and that’s what they’ll remember. #postsfromtheheart

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  6. Awww lovely, I know exactly what you mean. I think it’s probably a bit of a phase they all go through from time to time as they emotionally mature. I know how hurtful it can be. I expect she’ll be climbing the walls for you to make her a costume for the next event and have completely forgotten this time round. Thanks for sharing with the #DreamTeam x

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  7. Yes, the wounds of the littles cut very deep sometimes. I’ve cried many a shower to release the energy of my sadness from a comment, an act, a note. And me, I have thick skin. Learning to let go is the healthiest, not the easiest. You have my total empathy! #stayclassymama xo

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  8. MomLife requires a very thick skin. Kids (of all ages) can be the most loving little things and turn into savage beasts in 2.2 seconds. Don’t ever take it to heart. Your girls have an amazing mama! 🙂 #stayclassymama

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  9. I think you need a medal for even making them! And big hugs. I’m terrible at sewing. She’ll never know how much that upset you. I remember doing something similar to my mum, over fancy dress and now I knew how much it hurt her but I did nothing. #stayclassymama

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  10. I genuinely feel your pain. Peachy is only 15 months and there have been times when she has really hurt my feelings. Even though I know she’s not doing it on purpose, it still hurts. Your little one is 3 and although she is more aware, she’s not doing it on purpose either. She loves you and you are a great mom. #StayClassyMama

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  11. Oh bless ya! After all that effort on your part! It is very upsetting and annoying, but you are the most important person in your childs atmosphere, and even though they make you feel like cr*p sometimes, you know that you are their world. Im sure if she knew how upset she had made you she would be so sorry. Hope you have a better time next shrove tuesday – sending lots of love xx #Dreamteam

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  12. Oh my goodness poor you. I think I’d take time to sit down with her when you’re both calm and explain that she hurt your feelings and why. Not to harp on about it but so she can learn.

    Hope you’re feeling better today

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    1. Thank you. I might give it a try. She’s very stubborn. Not sure I have the strength for that right now. lol
      Thanks for reading.


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