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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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?

This is how you fit 365 days into three weeks

There are a few things I have been having a really hard time with lately

  • putting eyeliner on (because I am old and my eyesight is failing, I have been known to walk around with a line of makeup somewhere near my eye that will invariably smudge at some point in the day and make it look like it is badly applied eye shadow)
  • staying off sugar (because sugar is delicious and it knows where I live and creeps inside my spoon)
  • and, perhaps most importantly, fitting my year into three weeks

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The eyeliner and sugar I can cope with, but trying to squeeze 356 days into just 21 is harder and it’s something I am sure anyone who lives away from their families can understand.
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The bazillion things I love about living my life online

You know that feeling when you have so much to say but your blog has been having a few days off at the health farm (ie getting fixed from the silly spammers that hacked it) and then when it comes back all shiny and clean, you forgot what you wanted to say? Funny that, because that’s exactly what happened to me!

The one thing I have remembered during this small hiatus that no one would have actually noticed (such is my random blogging nature) is how much I love and depend on my online life.

Even though I am not one of those diligent people that blog every day, I love my little place on the net, not so much the words on it but the community around it. I love what my blog has given me; I love the people that come to see what I’m thinking, those that hang out with me on Facebook and those who engage with me on Twitter.

I recently realised how bad I am at what the professionals would call “branding”. My blog and my Facebook page have the name Sharpest Pencil and my Instagram and Twitter have my real name, I am all over the place online much like I am in real life. But that doesn’t bother me, that’s not why I do it. Not for the brand, not for the numbers, not for the business but because I love the connections I have made.

I am absolutely shite at real life professional relationships, I am stubborn and pig-headed and I believe what I know very strongly. I’m much better working in my own space and attracting like-minded people that I can talk to as friends rather than colleagues. I am well suited to being a freelancer and consultant professionally and an avid social media fan personally because I get people like myself, I feel comfortable with my online world, I love people that I have never met.

I love the fact that last week I hosted a soiree for people that I had only met online. (Because I am a very non-professional blogger I took photos of the table settings rather than the people, but I think that speaks more about me than anything else.)

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I love the fact that on Monday I took a photo of a dessert that I served and it ended up on 2Day FM’s Facebook page. That’s the click and buzz of social media.

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I love the fact that yesterday 9News used one of my tweets in an article about the great Facebook outage of 2015. That’s the power and high of talking online.

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I love the immediacy of the internet, the online interaction and the range of opinions and views I can learn from (or slam, because really I am already quite opinionated) . I love the fact that I can talk to Marian Keyes or Caitlin Moran or a person I’ve never met or heard of just as easily as I can speak to my friends around the corner.

I love the fact that even though I am possibly the shyest person you will ever meet I have a voice here. I love that I get to share it online with you.

 

Blogging 101: How to put yourself and your readers to sleep.

I couldn’t sleep last night and I think it is because I have so much to do today. Instead of getting a restful night’s sleep to energise me and prepare me for the day ahead I awoke at 1:0oam after a “luxurious” one hour sleep and did absolutely nothing on the internet.

At first I started with purpose, I looked at websites that I assured myself were actually helpful to me, that would help me in deciding exactly where I am going to shop for the million things that I needed to buy, but I quickly realised that I didn’t actually need to buy anything at all and I was just shopping in bed (as is my want).
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Adolescence the second time around

You know what’s really hard? Adolescence the second time around.

I know what you’re thinking, you didn’t even know that you could go through adolescence a second time, mainly because it only happens to a damaged unique and particularly neurotic type of person. The type of person who still has issues around their own teenage years, the person who hasn’t yet slaughtered all their demons and come out triumphantly on the other side with the word ‘adult’ stamped on their soul.

My very amateur psychology around this field that I am sure I am making up, says that when you have issues with your own teenage years and then your child becomes a teenager you are faced with all your demons again. And you relive them without the aid of Passion Pop, $2 bankies* and other cheap and nasty stimulants that got you through the first time.

I’ve been dealing with this for about a year now and making very little progress. But yesterday I heard something and today I put it into place and I think I am making some headway.
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Thank you for having me ABC

My love of Richard Glover is legendary, I’m such a fan that my love extends to all things around him. I’ve loved his wife Debra Oswald since I heard her interview with Richard Fidler and obviously I love her because of Offspring. But not content to stop there I have also developed a serious crush on one of Glover’s radio producers, Emma Crowe.

Emma has appeared “in person” on Richard’s show and it was hard not to fall in love with her and the infectious way she told a story. In fact I once wrote an email to Richard to ask him what happened to Emma at her school reunion because I had heard her speak about it on radio the previous week and was actually hanging to find out how it went! Then I was lucky enough to publish some of Emma’s work on Mamamia and so we got to know each other. [Read more…]

Dear GOMI

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It’s a weird thing when you hear people have been talking about you behind your back and you’re 46 and not at school anymore. It’s even weirder when you get to see what they’re saying about you because its been written online.

You see just the other day I found myself on GOMI (Get Off My Internets) which is a forum where people go to rant/vent/discuss/critique blogs. It can be quite a vicious and bitchy place mainly because the people who contribute to the forums only seem to read said blogs to hate on them. Personally I don’t get that part of it, I mean why would you continually read something that you really angers and irritates you? As the saying goes, “anger is just sad’s bodyguard”, I’ve learned not to read stuff that makes me angry because invariably that makes me sad. But that’s a post for another day. [Read more…]

So, some people don’t know who Paul McCartney is…

I keep seeing references to the “fools” who didn’t know who Paul McCartney was when he recently collaborated with Kanye West on the song Only One. Hell, even I wrote about it on Facebook. I was appalled that someone (many someones actually) didn’t know who Paul McCartney was. Everyone knows the Beatles, they were more famous than Jesus…

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But it turns out that not everybody actually does know about The Beatles. and they are being virtually hung and quartered. The abuse being directed to some innocent young tweeps whose only “sin” was not to know who Paul McCartney is hideous. I am not sure how mocking and ridiculing people for not knowing who a music legend is makes you “better”, more worldly or more culturally advanced. In fact I’d go so far as to say abusing someone online makes you worse than all that. Bitter and angry – not better at all.
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Answering those annoying Frequently Asked Questions

 

Arianna Simon is a rather brilliant 17-year-old from New York who recently created a brilliant solution for navigating tricky family events. Given that Arianna is still a teenager and teens, as I am finding, think that any kind of small talk is lame, she came up with a solution to answering all the regular questions asked of her. As she tells The Huffington Post “I was talking to my mom about how much I hate answering the same five questions over and over during the holidays, so she hinted that I just make a handout for my family. She was beyond shocked when I actually followed through with her idea.”

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The grinch who thinks your new year resolutions need to change

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I hold grave concern for my cheerful nature and sunny disposition. In fact I think I’ve turned into a grinch. A Christmas grinch if you will, because even when I am being a grumpy old nitpicker I like to keep it seasonal.

It started in the lead up to Christmas where I was in danger of becoming evangelical in my zeal about letting the world know that not everyone celebrates Christmas. I was spreading the word of Judaism faster than you can throw tinsel around a tree – not pushing the religion at all, that would be odd given I have not a religious bone in my body, but gently trying to explain that not everyone celebrates Christmas, not because they’re odd or trying to be different – simply because it’s not part of their culture or belief system. It would be like me celebrating Diwali or the entire Western world celebrating my birthday.
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