You’ve seen the mother – the one in the shopping centre/book store/cafe – trying desperately to hold an octopus to her side, the octopus’ head bouncing against the mother’s thigh, all eight octopus tentacles reaching in different directions. The mother trying not to lose her wallet, drop the shopping, spill her coffee, lose the battle with the octopus … or her mind.
Except that what is attached to the her side is not really an octopus. The creature in question is just a small person - one who weighs less than 10kgs (22lb). And - at last count, although with all of the thrashing about I can’t be sure - the creature only had two arms and two legs.
The woman described above was me on two separate occasions this weekend. Welcome to the world of the toddler discovering independence, and don’t even get me started about trying to strap her into safely the car seat, her stroller or trying to dress her or change her nappy! These should all be Olympic sports. Toddler pentathlon anyone? I’m sure of a spot on the podium.
As amazing as it is to experience Bubba learning that she is a being independent of her mumma, some days it is just a downright battle of wills.
And it is exhausting.
I’d probably have more control if Bubba was an octopus!