I’m fairly relaxed I think, when it comes to this parenting gig.
Obviously I have my passions and priorities, and there are definite things I want to teach and impart to my kids, but overall, when it comes to skills, I’m pretty easy going.
For instance, I really don’t care when my kids toilet train. Yes I am working with it with Ava, because she is showing signs of readiness, and if they were four of five and still in nappies, I’d be concerned, but right now I don’t care. Most kids, I find, go when they are ready. You can’t make them do it any earlier.
And don’t get me started on dry nights. Some are dry straightaway, others take years.
Also, what’s the big deal with training wheels? Does it really matter when they come off? Is there a deadline?
Why do some parents feel the need to compare the age at which their kid can ride unaided?
What about learning those ‘magic 100’ words? Taylah learnt them easily and quickly, and I’m embarrassed to admit it was a source of smug pride. Now, with Bridie not getting them as quick, I realise it doesn’t matter. Her worth is not based on a list of words. If she doesn’t get them as quickly as others, it doesn’t make her dumb. It makes her her.
Do kids care about these things? Or is it just adults?
Next semester Bailey will start per-school. It was earlier than we planned, but the kindy fees increased exponentially, and there was a place available, so we took it.
I’m amazed at how many people have expressed disappointment at his early start because of how it effects their child. Apparently Bailey is going to be greatly missed by many.
Now obviously I’m aware that my son is wonderful company, but I’m also realistic. He will be going to preschool three days a week. He can still socialise on the other four days.
Also, those kids are three. Are they really going to miss him? Because from my experience they will get to kindy and just play with someone else.
They don’t care anywhere near as much as the parents do.
Kids are different from adults.
They are kids.
They don’t think the same, they don’t have the same concerns or worries and things that we consider really important (like the age at which they can tie their own shoelaces) really doesn’t rock their world at all.
Why can’t we just take the pressure down? Why can’t we just let them be kids for five minutes?
Why do we have to force all our adult feelings and expectations on their tiny little selves?
Here endeth the rant.