Phuket and 8 year old phonetic pronunciation

The f-word has been the beginning of some really great conversations in our family.

For instance, travel back in time with me to when our 21 year old was a sweet six year old.

First day of grade 1 -

Him: Mum, the teacher told us today that we aren’t allowed to say the f-word.

Me: Is that so? And what word is that, exactly?

Him (in a very low whisper): Fat.

Travel back with me to about eight months ago and join me in the luggage department of Myer.

Eight year old daughter: F*** it.

Me: WHAAAAT????

Eight year old daughter, pointing to sign over luggage stating possible holiday destinations: F*** it.

Me: (too hysterically laughing to respond, walks away to leave husband to deal with it)

Fast forward again to yesterday.

Same eight year old now famous for all the wrong reasons in Myer: Someone got a detention today for saying a bad swear word.

Me: Oh really? Who and what word?

Her: [name of child has been withheld in the name of I-need-to-still-be-accepted-in-the-school-carpark] _________and for the word that ends in ‘k’.

Me: Ooooooh, that IS a bad swear word.

Her: Ah uh! (thoughtful pause) Does it start with ph or f?

Me: F. Why? You don’t need to know how to spell it!

Her: No, but I do need to know whether I should say the f-word or the ph-word and not call it ‘the word that ends in ‘k”.

Like I said, the f-word has sure started some really great conversations in our family :)

Quality time is a crock.

Chatting to a friend recently, the subject turned to parenting and the whole ‘quality’ time thing. As parents we are constantly bombarded with ‘should’s’ and ‘shouldn’t's’. Society is more than happy to make us feel guilty at every turn – as if parenting weren’t hard enough by itself!

One thing I have never bought into is this idea of ‘quality’ time. What the heck is that, anyway? What does it really mean?

Ask yourself – when you’ve specifically set out to ‘spend quality time’ with the kids eg take them to the zoo and the day turns to mush, compared to the time when everyone gathered in the kitchen, got their hands into the biscuit dough, sang and danced and just generally enjoyed each others company. Which one was quality time?

I think ‘quality’ time is born out of guilt and that’s half the reason it often turns sour, our motivation is wrong.

If you’ve read this blog often, you’ll know I’m all about intentionality in our relationships, so I am in no way suggesting we should stop putting effort into our relationships with our children. What I am suggesting is that it needs to be in perspective.

I’ve seen many parents get so caught up in giving their kids ‘quality’ time that they wear themselves out. Giving our kids quality time can so easily turn into us feeling so guilty that we forfeit our own right to hobbies or relaxation and spend every spare second with our kids.

And the children in these families, more often than not, are demanding, whinging, and spoilt.

While we are so busy giving quality time, we forget that we are teaching them, and often, all that quality time is teaching them is that parents are there to cater to their every whim and want, without them having to take into account another persons feelings.

It doesn’t hurt our kids if we say we are too tired to play a game. It doesn’t hurt them to have to ‘find something to do’ that doesn’t involve us. And here’s the real kicker – it doesn’t hurt our kids to be bored occasionally. It’s actually good for them. Being bored can trigger creativity, imagination and self-reliance. We are doing them a favour by allowing them to be bored.

Oh sure, as parents we have to suffer through some initial whining but if we can push through that and remain resolute, we will find our kids under the table building a cubby, pulling out old toys they haven’t used in months, drawing and writing stories, reading a book, sitting quietly – thinking!, or *shock, horror, gasp* playing with their siblings.

And it also doesn’t hurt to teach our kids that we matter as human beings, too. That there is more to us than being a mum or dad, that we have interests, hobbies and a ‘life’ outside of them.

Do your kids a favour and don’t get sucked into the lie that they want ‘quality’ time. Trust me, your kids will thank you one day.

It’s just small change

We have a family piggy bank. It sits on the bench and any coinage that is left unattended by a hapless family member is soon deposited into the belly of said pig. As you can imagine, it gets fed quite often and it isn’t long before we are emptying it out to make room for more. The coins are then placed in a ziplock bag ready to be taken to the bank and converted into ‘proper money’ as my eight year old calls it.

Today we did a big count up and the sum of all the bags is nothing to be sneezed at. A nice tidy little sum at our disposal. Much discussion always then ensues regarding the dispersement of the stash. Holiday treat money? Divvying it up between us? A night out for dinner and the movies? The possibilities are endless and all appealing.

It never ceases to amaze me how quickly it all adds up. Fifty cents here, fifty cents there – feels like slow growing but before you know it all those fifty cents make up fifty dollars.

It made me think about our words and actions. Lots of good words deposited into a child turns into a healthy self-esteem. Consistent small good deeds turns into a lasting relationship.

The beauty is in the slow growing of it. If we just handed our kids a cheque, as opposed to them watching the coins grow and seeing the steady increase of bags full of silver, the excitement and anticipation wouldn’t be there. It would still mean something to get some money but it wouldn’t be quite so sweet.

Just like in life.

The impact of meaningful words said once is not as powerful as the smaller, consistent words of encouragement and love. We are much more profoundly affected by an ongoing positive deposit into our lives than a lump sum.

Children who receive a steady stream of love, shown daily in varying ways grow up to be well adjusted, balanced adults with a strong sense of self awareness and confidence.

Telling our children that they are beautiful, sweet, funny and kind at random times throughout a day will mean so much more for their lives than a speech at their 21st birthday party full of things you have never said before.

A marriage full of regular ‘moments’ is far more likely to last the distance than if both parties only show their love on big occasions. Give me the small gestures of love, like a cup of tea in bed, flowers for no reason, a wink across the room, over a grand gesture of a surprise overseas trip (although, I am happy to accept that, if anyone is offering!).

How are you depositing into your loved ones piggy banks? Are you looking to make a one-off lump sum payment, thinking that’s enough? Or are you committed to making smaller contributions regularly?