by REBECCA SPARROW
Six days ago, a really, really weird thing happened. It appears that the entire Australian population turned into Carol and Mike Brady.
We went to bed on Tuesday night as normal and woke up as our favourite perfect TV parents.
Don’t be coy – you know I’m right. Think about it. In the past week none of our kids watched more than 30 minutes of C-classification TV a day. We didn’t utter a single swear word in front of them. Haven’t argued or bickered with our partner in their presence. And we most certainly didn’t flip the bird at that taxi driver who cut us off in the traffic.
At all times we have been attentive to our kids needs. Never speaking to them in harsh tones. And joyfully playing ‘shops’ with our toddler even though their shop is a rip-off and charges us $50 for a single apple. We don’t mind. We suck it up with joy. JOY.
And did I mention that our kids have eaten nutritious food the entire time this week? Fish fingers? Pah. It’s been home cooked meals and snacks all week. And don’t get me started on the volunteering they did on Sunday afternoon.
Yep. That’s what the last week has been like.
At least I assume it has.
Because what other reason could there be for the mind-boggling amount of venom that has been directed at Chrissie Swan and her parenting skills since last Wednesday when photos of Chrissie and her kids appeared in the Australian Women’s Weekly (you can read about that here)?
The entire country – including a twentyone-year-old Neighbours actress – has felt the need to tell Chrissie that she’s a shit mum because her three-year-old son Leo is over-weight.
How very, very helpful of us. No really. Hi-fives all round!
I have watched in horror over the past few days as people have written the most insulting and cruel things about Chrissie and her beautiful sons Leo and Kit.
Chrissie is a friend of mine. A dear friend. And aside from the fact that she’s hilarious and warm and compassionate and whip-smart, she’s also a terrific mum. The type of mum whose face lights up when her boys enter the room. The type of mum who bombards her Facebook feed with photos of them (sorry Chrissie but you do … seriously, you’re like the paparazzi to your own kids). The type of mum who is raising her sons to be compassionate, gentle, generous, hilarious, kind, curious kids.
But none of that matters apparently. Because Leo is over-weight.
Writing in the newspaper yesterday, Chrissie was painfully honest in talking about her denial over Leo’s weight and the role she has played: