By nature I am a bit of an insomniac and in a nice quiet room I can function off of 3-4 peaceful hours of sleep. Please note I said peaceful.
Initially we embraced co-sleeping until it became violent as depicted here. The violence wasn’t getting any better so I started placing her in her own bed at night. Yet, like clockwork somewhere between the hours of 12a-1:30a she will sleep “drunk” walk her way into our room. Sometimes she even detours to the kitchen, grabs a bottle of cold juice and will hurl it on the bed while yelling ” I shirsty”
Can you imagine a cold bottle of Simply Lemonade touching your leg in the middle of a good sleep. You don’t want to. Trust me.
So we know she had issues with staying in the bed early on
The delicate subject of parenting in this age of social media, and technology is starting to rear its ugly head in this little home in a southern ‘burb of the A.T.L.
I just had a bad feeling about my son getting that iPod from my father from the very beginning. Mother’s intuition anyone? My father insisted it was equivalent to the Gameboy that he purchased for me when I was just a hair older than my son is now. My argument was WiFi probably wasn’t even thought of at that time, and there wasn’t much damage that I could do sticking a Tetris cartridge in it except playing it until my thumbs were sore.
I had to deliberately explain to him that my son would be able to access the internet and its crazies and potentially download apps that would show up as charges on my debit card. To ease my nerves he said he would have a talk with him about internet safety and not to download any apps without my permission.
My son decided he didn’t want to play football this year.
I really wanted him to.
Remember last year my endless ramblings about how those 3 times a week practices were wrecking my flow and how every time we turned around they needed $10 for socks and $30 for a sweatshirt. Remember?
No? Well go back and read there’s some good stuff the further down you scroll. I digress.
Well the thing is I was looking forward to football season. Chatting with the other moms at practice, starting out the season baking in the sun during practice and totally appreciating the cool breeze as the fall progressed. Wearing my shirt….All of that.
..but he doesn’t want to play. It was my thought to make him play when the Mr. put his foot down and reminded me that he is old enough to know what he likes and doesn’t and that if he doesn’t want to play, we won’t be making him.
<insert sad face>
As parents there comes that time when our children become independent and can really tell us what they want and it really tests our limits of parental superiority. Sure we could make him play but then he would be miserable while I’m eating funnel cakes, chasing Addison around and shooting the breeze with the other moms.
So I’m off to find him another fall sport and hopefully I’ll bond with the other moms on the team. After all that’s the main reason why I wanted him to play in the first place. I’m so selfish, but isn’t that the basis most of the time for us pushing our agendas on our children.
I should probably speak for myself!!
Here’s some news though…He will NOT be quitting piano. I mean that. See, he plays so well doesn’t he?!!
Have you ever made your child play a sport or instrument etc. against their will. What was your rationale?
Having manners is a lost art these days, and don’t hold your breath on receiving a please or thank you.
Sad thing is, as adults we are subconsciously adopting these practices and although we know better our kids don’t and they are mimicking what we do.
I make a conscious effort to display proper manners to my family and people that I come in contact with while in public. I want my children to learn from example that they should be kind to everyone and please and thank you should come as second nature.
Getting my children and husband to understand the importance of saying please and thank you isn’t an easy job. I promise at times he is worse than the children.
What better reinforcement than Barney, or Big Bird calling your child by name and letting them know you are proud of them for displaying manners. I was kind of hype to learn about Sprout’s Kindness Counts program, cause you know they listen to those characters more than they listen to you.
You go online, input your child’s name, the act of kindness that you would like to recognize them for and you select a character and a video is created with the character saying the child’s name and the act of kindness they are being recognized for.
Addison looooved it. I tried to video her reaction but it wasn’t the same the second time around.
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