Education is a wonderful thing. Learning new things everyday is possibly the greatest feeling in the world. But what if the things our kids are learning is damaging their feeling of self-worth? Read on to discover how “perfect presentation” caused tears for my 6 year old daughter.
If you’re a parent (or guardian) with small children you will no doubt be painfully aware of the excruciating agony caused by the public tantrum.
We’ve all been there. Right? Happy kid one minute. Screaming public spectacle the next.
Plus our little darlings pick the most embarrassing places and/or times to execute their high-pitched scream-a-thon for maximum impact.
What was the last book you bought? I mean a proper book. Made out of paper. With real pages. And an actual cover. Where you had to venture out to a bookshop to buy it. When you allowed yourself more time than you’ll admit to just looking at all the delights on offer. Picking up titles, reading the blurbs and putting them back again. Until you found it. The one. The next adventure you could enjoy in your fluffy socks with a nice cup of tea and maybe a biscuit. Custard cream, obviously!
“Don’t bring your camera mummy.” I heard the enthusiastic plea as I was busily packing a bag for our day out. “Just have fun with me!”
Have you ever heard the saying “it takes a village to raise a child”? Well someone didn’t just make that up because it sounded cute.
You cannot raise a child completely on your own. I mean technically you can. But why would you? We are social creatures. Our babies need to learn to be social too.
I waited until my friend took GinGin and Roo out of the nurse’s room and I cried. I sobbed my little heart out on the nurse’s shoulder. It was too much. I’d managed to hold myself together in front of the girls. But once they were out of sight, and I knew they were safe, I couldn’t hold it in any longer.
Seven life-lessons that I really hope my girls will learn early in their lives.
“Don’t be silly mummy; I’ll never go to space.” Declared GinGin so matter of fact. “Oh, and why not?” The question I wish I didn’t have to ask. “Because girls can’t be astronauts!” And there it was. The hammer blow to my chest. Four little words: girls can’t be astronauts. My heart was broken and I was crying inside.