This morning, my 4th grader left for her school bus all on her own. Continue Reading
Today, I announced (mostly to myself) that I was not going to chauffeur anyone to an activity.
“What’s the worst thing that could happen if you miss a night of Krav?” I asked my girl-child.
“Nothing”, she said. Continue Reading
When the kids are small, there is a general acceptance that you will drown in plastic toys. You try to order and organize things, and eventually you give up by
admitting justifying that ‘at least they’re creative’ and ‘at least they’re playing with their stuff’.
It all has its time and place, so to speak. We all move beyond the mountain of toys, eventually. Continue Reading
Last night we had an unplanned, somewhat freaky adventure.
we I decided that a walk down to the lake might be a nice way to end the day. The kids would have preferred to plug in, but they started a pillow fight so I kicked everyone out to burn off some excess energy and enjoy the less humid evening air.
We walked to the park which has a huge field to the right of the path. They brought along a ball, so I let them play a bit of soccer and continued strolling along the path that turned left toward the lake.
I thought they were behind me. Continue Reading
Here in North America, there’s a book many parents have read to their preschoolers about a horrible day. It’s called “Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day” by Judith Viorst.
Some people don’t like this book. (I do.)
Along the lines of a similar theme, there’s the Grouchy Ladybug by Eric Carle.
Both of these books deal with bad moods in a unique way.
These titles are what I thought of the other day when my son jumped off the bus and announced, again, that his day was horrible. Continue Reading
A funny thing happened with my extended French 5th grader.
The usual complaining about homework (of which he has very little) resulted in shoddy work that was illegible (to me) and unacceptable (to me) because that’s just the kind of mom I am. So I made him re-write it.
He was unimpressed.
I left him to it.
Later, much later, I picked up the sheet he was working on. That’s when I noticed just how proud I am of that kid.
He re-did the work somewhat acceptably (slightly neater). But to add some effect and to emphasize his annoyance (with the homework, we me, with the entire public school system), he bordered the entire page with insults.
He wrote all the insulting words in French.
Lunch, like homework, is such a preoccupation for today’s parents of school-aged children, it’s like a second job. Or, I mean, third job what with homework policing already taking up the second job category…
But I will say this. I DEFEND the bento box.
Now, having said that, I don’t mean the cutsie, colour-coordinated, pinnable bento boxes that are all over the web. I certainly don’t cut food into animal shapes, or purchase a lot of fancy (aka expensive) containers that will just get stolen or lost or crushed or thrown out.