Ever posted something on Facebook that you regret?

Just last week it was reported that Facebook had one billion active users in a day. One billion people logged onto a social media platform to catch up with family and friends, play Candy Crush or connect in some other way. It’s become so much a way of life that I’m guessing a high percentage of those people never even thought about the fact that they were on Facebook – they were merely online doing what they do.

Facebook has become the megaphone that allows us to share our thoughts. It’s no longer just the place you go to when you want to stalk your first boyfriend (maybe that was just my reason for joining). We’ve become so comfortable with talking online and with the way Facebook projects what we’re saying that sometime we forget to censor what we are thinking.

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The “graphic” photos of newborns

There are some news stories that prompt outrage from me in mere milliseconds. Okay most do. But obviously when I read something that strikes me at a personal level it creates a different level of outrage. It is the kind of thing that in the old days would make me shout, but now that I am so mature I just write.

NBC Chicago reports

A suburban Chicago family, overwhelmed by medical bills from their infant son who was born prematurely, alleges the popular crowdfunding website GoFundMe did not make their donation page available to the public because the photo of their ill baby was deemed offensive.

According to the family, Baby Jacob’s fundraising page was originally only accessible to those who had a direct link, making it difficult to raise the needed funds to help offset the mounting medical expenses that come with his condition.

When the organizer of the page, a close family friend, contacted GoFundMe, they claim the popular crowdfunding site told them the photo of the young boy was “graphic” and may be deemed offensive to some viewers.

“They responded right away and said, ‘Unfortunately, we never published it because your son’s image [was] too graphic and too inappropriate for our viewers to look at,” said Jacob’s mother Christina Hinks.

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The 21 things regular parents do

When my son was younger I classified myself as a helicopter mum. The label carried no negative implications for me, I believed (and I still do) that my parenting was appropriate for his age. Imagine my horror when I discovered that it wasn’t actual helicopter parenting because “proper” helicoptering means doing his uni assignments and stalking him, er I mean watching him play with this friends when he is at school, at least according to this column that appeared in the weekend newspaper.

Stuck without a label (bonsai, tiger, extreme, dolphin and free-range aren’t doing it for me) I decided to give myself one. From now on in I will go for the “regular parent” label.

To avoid any issues with you calling yourself a regular parent only to discover that you aren’t (although your child is perfectly fine) let me help you with a list of things that regular parents do.

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Won’t somebody think of the children?

Maybe it is because I have the emotional maturity of a child that I can’t help seeing most things through the eye of a child. Some would counter that’s why I enjoyed Spelling Bee so much, others would point to my pre sugar-free sherbet addiction, others would just acknowledge my predisposition to the tantrum.

Perhaps it is this immaturity (or ability to see things through the eyes of the child) that reacted so badly to some advice given to women recently in a post headed Habits of Successful Women. Juanita Phillips was quoted as saying that she didn’t allow her children to do weekend sport because “it’s too hard”. “Weekends are for no schedule, fun, frivolity, flexibility and a slower pace” the article maintains.

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The one thing about parenting you’ll never miss

When you have a new baby and you haven’t slept more than three hours in a night for days on end, you are forgiven for thinking it will never end. It seems impossible to believe that months (okay maybe years) later you will find yourself creeping into your child’s room at night to watch them sleeping peacefully. But you will.

When your toddler wont go to sleep without being patted, rocked or without you lying next to his side so you can’t breathe or perform any other “insignificant” acts, it’s hard to believe that a time will come when you desperately want to feel the warmth of your child’s body next to yours.

When you are in the midst of nappies and multiple outfit changes you’ll get to the day you swear you never want to be in charge of another outfit change again. Then, one day when your child appears in shorts that show her bum cheeks and a top that is actually just a bra with sleeves, you will wish it was you who got to choose their clothes in the morning.

When you are forced to play another game of hide-and-seek or even worse, made to sit through a game of monopoly you’ll probably want to claw out your own eyeballs, but one day when your teenager is refusing to talk to you because he’s too busy with his own friends and not interested in “lame” games, you will wish that just once more, he would ask you to play a game with him.
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It’s the truism we all grudgingly acknowledge, the days are long but the years are short. The passage of time will taint the memories and apply a rose coloured tint. One day everything will seem so much more bearable and you will miss the day to day of kids. Trust me. It will happen

Except for homework. There is no tint that can be applied to the hideous reality of overseeing or even signing off homework. There will never be a time when you sit down and idly wish you could go through the last minute panic of an assignment not ready by the day of completion, or be asked to source green cardboard of a certain thickness no later than ten minutes ago. There is no time in your future life that you will ever think “I wish I could nag my child to do homework just one more time.”

Homework is the scourge of childhood and I am never ever going to miss it.

#5minutes with Kerri and Lana : The Ugly Child Edition

Recently there was a post on Reddit from a woman who wrote saying that she was aware that her child was ugly or, er not conventionally attractive. Kerri wrote a post about it on Essential Kids and caused a few people to say things that were quite ugly or, er not conventionally attractive.

We chatted about ugly kids here. But far and away the best part is how antsy Kerri gets at the end. And my facial reaction to her snippy farewell.
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This birthday there was no cake

Yesterday a friend dropped past the house to drop some swimmers off for her son who was coming around later that day for a swim (and because it was Little Pencil’s birthday).

“Let me quickly come inside and see the cake” she said as we were chatting outside the front door. “I know it will be amazing”

“There is no cake” I said.

I could tell she couldn’t quite believe me, I am the mother that has made cakes for every birthday – not just iced square pieces of sponge but CAKE cakes, think beach balls, skate board parks, wrestling rings (okay that one was quite easy), Harry Potter – you name it, I baked and iced it.

And then there were the birthday party invitations. 3D affairs that took days (if not weeks) to compile, carefully and individually worked on for ages in advance with themes that were mirrored in the party food, décor and cake. Think one of those over-the-top Pinterest type mums? That’s who I was every February for the past 13 years.

But this year my child is 14 and he is a “legit” teenager. And while he will always be my little boy he is not so much a little boy in his own mind. Now he’s a “man”, he’s too cool for parties and cakes and invitations that belong on mantelpieces.

When I asked him this year, with wild Pinterest type excitement building in my core, what he wanted to do for his birthday he kind of shrugged his shoulders and said “nothing”. I felt the tear on my apron strings, but I was strong and put on a brave front. “Why don’t you have some kids around to swim, we can order pizza and mum and dad will stay upstairs spying on you out of your way”.   “Maybe” he answered.

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It’s a bit symbolic the lack of cake (he insisted on that fact) and the lack of organised party. It’s like the sweet, neat part of his childhood is behind us and we are facing a whole new world.

Teenagers are not that sweet, life is not as tidy and neat as it once was. He is bigger, messier, more complex than ever before. And while I once balked at the idea of parenting a teen for this very reason I have seen that there is little to be afraid of and much to savour and enjoy.

His personality is more complex, there are nuances and traces that make him that much more interesting – he is still amazingly sensitive and compassionate at the same time as being laugh out loud funny and confident but he is all that with a maturity that makes him easy to be around. He’s not my baby anymore but I’d choose him to be my friend – he’s a really good person to be around.

He’s opinionated but with intelligence, he’s louder but with smarts, he’s older but with wisdom.

Of course there are the very many trying times – he’s got a teenage brain and can back talk for Australia. We still have many lessons to learn together, many mistakes to make, prizes to win and roads to travel. But I have every confidence that now that I’m not so busy writing invitations and baking cakes and he’s not so busy discovering what kind of person he is going to be, we are going to do all of that so very well.

I am infinitely proud to be his mother, I never dreamed I could love a teenager as much as I love my young man.

Do parents want the best for their kids or just for themselves?

 

Sometimes, while I am in the midst of screaming and shouting or threatening some major punishment, I wonder how much of what I am saying is going to be repeated by Little Pencil when he grows up and takes himself off to therapy. There are some arguments I remember with a clarity all too bright, I hope he never mentions those ones, in fact I really hope he doesn’t even remember them. But we are lucky, on the whole there are more good days, more happy days where I try to use positive reinforcement to model the behaviour I expect. There are even more days where I just succumb to his every wish. Or resort to bribery.

But for every minute that I wonder if I am inflicting damage on my child by taking away his electronics when he is rude or losing my shit with him when he doesn’t listen, he knows I love him. I give him (very small, teeny tiny) boundaries because I care and even though that sounds trite and ridiculous to a teenager, he knows that I am coming from a place of love and respect.

I get that parenting is hard and I am well aware that I don’t know all the answers, I only walk in my own shoes and I have created as functional a family as I can (quite different to the one I came from I may add). But what the hell is it with all the hideous discipline stories turning up lately?

An article in The Washington Post gives the details of a hairdresser in suburban Atlanta that will give your child a “shame” cut.

Three days a week, parents can take their misbehaving kids to A-1 Kutz in Snellville and ask for the “Benjamin Button Special,” which Russell Fredrick and his team of barbers are offering — free of charge — to parents who want to try a novel form of discipline.

The cut involves shaving hair off the child’s crown until he begins to resemble a balding senior citizen, inviting that unique brand of adolescent humiliation that can only come from teasing classmates and unwanted attention.

Supporters say it’s the perfect punishment for misbehaving kids who want to “act grown.”

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And then this, possibly the most deranged story you could imagine, when a 6-year-old boy in Missouri endured a four-hour staged kidnapping because his family thought he was being too nice to strangers. Yes, you read that right. But it gets worse.

The boy was lured into a pickup after getting off his school bus, tied up, threatened with a gun, taken to a basement where his pants were removed, and told he could be sold into sex slavery.
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CNN reports

The boy was told in the truck by Nathan Wynn Firoved, the aunt’s co-worker, that he would never “see his mommy again,” and he would be “nailed to the wall of a shed,” the sheriff’s statement said.

The boy started to cry, police said, and Firoved, 23, showed the child a gun and said he would be harmed if he didn’t stop bawling. Firoved used plastic bags to tie the child’s hands and feet, police said. He took his jacket and covered the boy’s head so he couldn’t see.

He guided the boy, still unable to see, into the basement of the mother’s home, where his 38-year-old aunt took off the boy’s pants, according to the sheriff’s statement.

“The victim remained in the basement for some time before he was unbound and told to go upstairs, where the victim’s family lectured him about stranger danger,” the statement said.

Thankfully all four adults have been charged with kidnapping and other felonies even though they told investigators their primary intent was to educate the victim and felt they did nothing wrong. Ugh.

Clearly these cases are not the norm, one would hope that no sane parent would willfully torture their own child. One would hope that no parent would ever willingly ridicule their child or subject them to derision at the hand of others. One would hope most parents want the best for their kids not just for themselves.

Because really it is all about the kids, our choice to have them, to keep them to raise and support them. Parenting is not about fulfilling an adult’s needs, it’s about nurturing children. It’s not about balancing your life to fit in career and family, it’s more about putting the kids you chose to have first, even while you work.  It’s only 18 years of your life that those kids are there depending on you in some way. Only 18 years. It’s not a power struggle or a competition or even a game.  How hard is it to remember that one day soon our kids will be adults, that once we were kids that, that the way we are treated as children shapes the way we live our life as adults?

Whenever I think about any of the big parenting decisions I have to make I am reminded how lucky I am to have the opportunity to play such an important part in someone else’s life, how privileged I am to be the person that sets up this child for life and how short my time of influence really is. How much I hope my parenting is always perceived with love .

Of course all of this stands true only for me but I would love to hear your point of view – do most parents want the best for their kids or just for themselves?

Who would design a game like Grand Theft Auto V? (and why my son will never get to play it in this house)

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I am a very lenient mother, there’s not much that my child doesn’t get away with. Added to my leniency and tendency to spoil Little Pencil, there is my husband’s laissez faire attitude to growing up which has resulted in a child who has seen a lot of movies that kids his age should probably not see. He roars with laughter on the couch next to his father as he watches comedies meant for adults over 18 and he can quote Ecclesiastes after watching Pulp Fiction, in fact when we traveled to France last year he was a little too excited about the Royale with mayo at the MacDonalds.

So far he’s turning out okay, other than the typical teenage stuff which seems to be contained to mini cyclones, he is a compassionate, understanding and kind kid. He loves his family and friends, he is sociable and confident and so far has shown no signs of becoming a violent offender. He clearly knows and can separate fact and fiction better than I can (I cannot watch action movies at all – too terrifying). [Read more…]

When does motherhood end?

motherhood never ends

Yesterday a friend sent me a copy of Jane Caro’s article in the Sydney Morning Herald, an edited extract from Between Us: Women of Letters, edited by Marieke Hardy and Michaela McGuire. I can only assume that this extract was chosen because it’s a little controversial and it would get people talking. Well at least I hope so, in fact I hope it’s controversial at all and not just to me (although I doubt it because my friend emailed me with just one sentencing saying “I’m glad she’s not my mum”)

Caro says in an article aptly entitled, Jane Caro on why she is irritated by the young

No doubt my jaundiced view reflects my recent escape from the gilded prison that is mothering. I love my daughters. I find them endlessly fascinating. (I suspect, however, that to those who did not bear them, they hold less interest. I still often have to feign attention when others talk about their children. I do so, of course, so I can then talk about mine while they pretend to be interested.) But I have been a mother for 26 years. Mothering is something I am proud to have done, but I am over it. My daughters are decent, independent, contributing members of society but, whatever happens, I claim neither credit nor accept any blame. It’s their life now. If they need me, I will help them, but I quietly hope they won’t need me very often.

Before I go on let me make it clear, I am not judging Jane Caro’s brand of motherhood I am just commenting on how diametrically opposed my own idea of motherhood is to hers. In fact in lots of ways I have heard Jane speak on parenting you could say that we don’t agree on much but that doesn’t make her a better or worse mother than me (although I am quite sure she would not want herself being defined by her parenting skills in any way shape or form).
To me motherhood doesn’t end. Of course it changes as the needs of your child change but it doesn’t just go away. You don’t stop being a mother because your children hit a certain age.
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I am perplexed by the idea of motherhood being something you have to get through or some part of your journey that has a limited shelf life and you can just neatly pack away when your children turn 18. For most of us motherhood is a choice and one which we should make with our eyes open – yes, being a mother does mean a lot is going to change in your life – work is going to be harder, your social life is going to look different and even your body is going to change. It’s part of becoming a parent – you sort of mould with the arrival of your child and you continue to evolve and change shape as your children grow up and their needs change – because they are dependent on you for a while. It’s a given – you should possibly know that before you have children.

To say that our children are just one part of our lives is true and correct but they are a major part. A huge part, an intensely important part that we can’t just choose to ignore or not pay attention to because they are kids. And when they grow up they are still our children, albeit older. I would no more dismiss my own sisters or parents as having outgrown their “usefulness” than lose interest in being part of my child’s life because he is an adult. We are family. We stick together.

I consider being a mother to be a blessing rather than a chore but some days it is hideously hard. Some days it’s suffocating and it’s claustrophobic and minutes seem like hours and hours seem like years. But I chose it, I am the one who fought to conceive and carry a pregnancy through, I am the one who gets the joy and the love, the happiness and the pride and sometimes I get the drudgery and the tedium. But I wouldn’t have it any other way and I can’t see this love I feel expiring at a certain date in the future.

What do you think? Do you still need your mum? Can you imagine not being around for your own children?