I often wonder if I’m doing an o.k. job of raising my two kids. I know what I do is probably not always the right thing, or the best way, but I’m doing the best I can with what I’ve got. Then I go visit my friends with kids the same age as mine, and I see the way they behave, and I breathe a sigh of relief.
I see that their 9 year old is also a bit moody and acting like a 16 year old would (without the hormonal “boy” trouble), and her 5 year old is also going through a “phase”. I see my other friends and they tell me their’s did the same thing, and that is more or less no different between the boys and the girls. Then I know they are all going through what I am, and it is part of being a parent, and raising kids. I’m on the right path.
So why is it that when I still had parents, they could not stop telling me that I’m raising my kids all wrong, they have no respect, they have no boundaries they run around and (attempt) to break everything, and they never sit still and they can never just “be good”?
This I might add, happened when my daughter was just 6 years old and her little brother a year and 8 months.
I mean, what do you expect from a little boy of… Continue reading
My brother and Me. We were always team.
With only a year between us being born, unfortunately he was sent to school a year early so we had 2 years between our grades. All throughout primary school he always looked out for me, he was my go to person, my hero. (We both started in one school, but I ended the last two years of my primary school in another). I was a little tomboy. Growing up with my brother as my only sibling, and of course him being him being the elder meant we played cars, instead of dolls, climbed trees, instead of playing in doll houses, rode our bikes and went rollerblading.By the time I reached grade 5 and moved to the new school, he reached grade 8 (standard 6) and was sent away to high school and Boarding School.
I was left with my mother, the new husband she decided to marry and have another baby with (*sigh*, yes there is a 10 year gap between me and my supposedly half sister). So as a 13 year old, my biggest job was to entertain the new baby, make tea at least 10 times a day, do the dishes and keep myself out of their way. (this was for my own safety, literally).
I did not really see my brother any more over the next two years, (he was clever and found other places to go over weekends… Continue reading