Why parenting is like Greek mythology

Dionysos from Greek mythology.

I’ve always loved myths. It’s fascinating how the same concerns we have today were turned into far-fetched tales thousands of years ago. I particularly like Greek mythology. Mainly because of how ridiculous some of the stories are.

The other day, I found myself performing a thankless and repetitive task and realised I was basically playing out a modern day version of one Greek myth.

Leaving aside the likes of Zeus, Hades and Oedipus who are all a bit too messed up, here are some characters I kind of identify with.


If you’re not familiar with his name, you know his story. He’s the chap who annoyed the gods so much that they gave him the task of pushing a massive boulder up a hill for eternity. I have a similar problem with the kids’ toys and the stairs. However much I take them back, they never stay where they belong.


Like Sisyphus, Tantalus is punished for all eternity. He had to stand in a pool of water beneath a fruit tree that was just out of reach. It’s where we get the word ‘tantalising’ from. Fact! I suffer the same fate trying to retrieve Amelie’s dummies when she inexplicably kicks them under hefty items of furniture.


This cheeky scamp stole fire from the gods and gave it to humankind. A bit like a pyromaniac Robin Hood. I once inadvertently did the same from the oven on Pancake Day. Fortunately, I wasn’t punished in the same way as him. I had to throw away a tea towel while he had his liver scoffed by an eagle. Swings and roundabouts.


Most of us know the tale of Pandora and the pesky box. She is told not to open it, temptation gets the better of her and chaos ensues. This is very much like the time I foolishly let the boys loose on the remote control. Our planner is now riddled with things they’ve recorded and, of course, it results in arguments every day. Sigh.


Okay, I’m not a demi god and I didn’t gestate in my dad’s leg. I’ve never been pursued by a group of crazed women either, but there are two key similarities between me and Mr D. We both have curly hair for starters. Plus I often find myself reaching for wine at the end of days in which the kids have made me relate to other characters from Greek mythology.

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