Showing posts with label the kid years. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the kid years. Show all posts

Monday, May 16, 2016

Why I Watch My Kid

Dear Journal,

We were at Mr. mouse's reunion this weekend and I noticed something I wanted to write about. They had a kids' tent set up with face painting and balloon animals and caricature drawing and chicken tenders and a kids' entertainer. He told jokes. He juggled. He clowned around. He kept the kids occupied and entertained.

Some kids gave the entertainer his space and watched and laughed and raised their hands when he asked for volunteers. Other kids rummaged through his bag even after he repeatedly asked them not to. The same kids crowded him even after he repeatedly asked them not to. The same kids interrupted him even trying to catch things he was in the middle of juggling even after he repeatedly asked them not to.

Wow, how can parents so completely abdicate their responsibility as caregivers? It's our job to make sure our children are behaving themselves. I know with near absolute certainty that I could have left P unattended and she would have continued to behave. In fact, she got mad when I pulled her over to remind her that I expect her to behave even when other kids are clearly misbehaving. She gets mad at me because it insults her when I remind her - like I think she's capable of being that rude.

But, then, in an odd way, it makes sense. I can leave her unattended because I rarely do leave her unattended. She's learned what's acceptable because I step in when she crosses the line. By the same logic, the kids that can't be left unattended are the ones that have always been left unattended. They've never learned what's acceptable because their parents haven't stepped in when they've crossed the line.

Parents rarely tend to leave little kids alone because it's not safe. But a combination of factors kick in as the kids grow older. One, they can take better care of themselves so you worry less about their safety. And, two, convenience and laziness kick in. At some point, you want to be able to have adult conversations and it's just easier to let "kids be kids" than it is to keep that close of an eye on them.

But you can't. Not until your kid is truly ready. And, it's your job as a parent to persevere until your child is ready. That means if at 15 they still can't resist trying to grab the juggler's bowling pin, you need to be there at 15, ready to whack them upside the proverbial head when they try to grab the bowling pin.


Cheers!
mouse

Friday, May 13, 2016

Being a Mom

Dear Journal,

I had a sad dream a couple of weeks ago. P and I were at some screening point and we were getting ready to go to some destination that had restrictions on what you can bring. But, in my dream, the restrictions didn't make a lot of sense. So, lots of people packed lots of things that weren't allowed and they had to go through each of our bags one at a time taking out the things that weren't allowed. The person in front of me had all sorts of stuff and her inspector was letting all sorts of stuff go that shouldn't have been allowed.

Well, she took so long, I missed the bus so P went off without me. And, I was stuck worrying about P since I wasn't there to watch over her. And, I was stuck wanting to be with her. And, I saw the pile of stuff that got pulled from P's bag. And, it looked like she had a super strict inspector who pulled all sorts of stuff from her bag. A lot of it was innocent stuff that she just couldn't explain to the inspector since she was the youngest one on the tour. And, I was sad for P that I didn't get to say goodbye.

But, in my dream, I realized she would be okay. She's resilient and resourceful and generally inclined to happiness and optimism. And, I woke up feeling sad and anxious and happy at the same time. I guess that's what being a mom is about.


Cheers!
mouse

Wednesday, May 11, 2016

Seven Years

Dear Journal,

It's Wednesday, May 11th today. P turns seven today. And, for the first time we won't be together on her actual birthday moment. She'll be in school and we'll be going about our afternoon. One more step in the continual move towards independence.

A lot has changed in this past year. When I see pictures of P now compared to pictures of her a year ago, it's clear. Somewhere in the past year, we crossed over from little kid to kid. It's not just the hair. She hasn't grown much more than an inch. She hasn't put on more than a pound or two. I can still easily carry her. She still gets shoulders.

It's her face and her attitude that have changed. She's still a kid with lots of kid questions. But, she's not a little kid. She's logical. She draws inferences. She draws from memory and experience. She interpolates and extrapolates. She remembers. She helps. She comforts. She supports. She has preferences. She has friends. She makes jokes and plays pranks. She is kind. She is loving. She has a personality. She is so much more than I could have imagined seven years ago.

So, we celebrate. And, I couldn't be prouder of the kid we have in our family. I wonder what the next year will bring.


Cheers!
mouse