These kids, they didn't come with a manual, did they? I had to make it up as I went along - skilled in some areas and completely crap in others.
I am, on the whole, a rotten mother.....
I taught them to argue their rights, to stand up for what they believed in. They don't listen most of the time, but when they do, they get in trouble at school.
I threw out their homework and showed them the beauty of trees at dawn instead.
I let them eat chips in bed and gave them a designated drawer for their porn.
I told them that 'Rap' was dross and gave them The Sex Pistols, Pucini and Billy Holiday.
I kept them up late talking, and let them watch unsuitable programmes.
I listen to their problems and let them work out their own solutions.
I let them sleep on the beach and laugh at stupid things.
How can I complain when they turn out just like me?