All posts tagged: parenting

How Much Do You Play With Your Kids?

How much should you play with your kids? This has been the burning question that has been tying my invisible cloak of guilt all up in knots this week. Seriously, I thought I was done with the big fat mother’s guilt trap when I quit my full-time job, to spend more time at home with my son. As it turns out, I am just as guilt ridden as ever, and the heavy cloak of guilt I was accustomed to dragging around with me then, is still very much with me now. For a short while, it was just draped deceptively across my shoulders like a delicate silk shawl in this season’s hot new colour. All it took was one slack parenting moment to bring it slamming back down again. It was one of those days when it had been absolutely tipping down.  As it is most days now and will continue to be until next Spring. As the afternoons have started getting colder, wetter and darker, I have had about as much enthusiasm for heading over to …

Learning to Ride a Bike

A bike, especially your first ever bike, is something you will remember forever. It represents a coming of age; a right of passage; and signifies the moment you stop being a baby and become a bona-fide boy or girl. We decided that for our son’s 4th birthday, in the year in which he would also start school, we would give him a bike. A grown-up present for our grown-up little boy… *sobs* As he is pretty superhero obsessed at the moment, we went for a Spiderman themed bike and matching helmet. The bike came fully assembled, but I think they assumed that we would be able to work out the helmet all by ourselves. Hmmmmmmmmmmm. We could not work the helmet out by ourselves.  Or together.  We both stood there, two fully fledged adults in our 40’s, fiddling with that Spiderman helmet for 20-minutes or so, trying to fit different variations of it onto our child’s head before permitting him to pedal off. At one moment, I saw the Greek God(zilla) pull the same face …

School Run-ning

Before, when I heard of people talking about the school ‘run’, I did not think they literally meant RUN. I assumed that the ‘run’ part signified the travel to school, not the actual mode used to get there. Although, I am sure there will be occasions where running is a time necessity due to disagreements over teeth brushing, tv watching or long drawn out breakfast decisions, but this has yet to be the case for now. Since I no longer also have a mad dash across town to the office to contend with, we have found ourselves with a whole extra hour in the morning. I seem to still spend most of it peering into the dishwasher.  Our laundry mountain has also doubled in size, but this could be because I am seemingly now the only person responsible for washing it. No, the running is out of choice.  Not mine you understand. The running is for FUN.  Again, less so for me. The term started so well. In fact, the first week or so was …

New Starts

They say that life begins at 40, and I guess in a way this does ring true for me. I turned 40 two-weeks ago. The week before this momentous ocassion, I left my job of six & a half years to enable me to spend more time with my son, as he embarks on his first ever school journey. So a new kind of life is certainly beginning for me. I have always worked. I got my first Saturday job in a shoe shop on Oxford Street when I was just 15-years old. After I was ‘let go’ from there for not selling enough shoes to meet my target (oh, and for chatting too much on the shop floor), I got another part-time job in a shop across the street. Actually, I cried my eyes out about for about a week after, but wiped my tears away on my old work uniform and picked myself up… something had to keep me in iridescent pink lipstick and firm hold hairspray after all. When I finished school, I …

Mini Beast

So, when I left you last I  had just stepped off the hamster wheel. Although, I feel I have just hopped straight onto another one, albeit one with slightly prettier scenery, as while I have been winding things down a bit at work, everything else has suddenly stepped up a gear at home. With Zachy starting school in September (SCHOOL!!!!), the past few weeks have involved a couple of visits to his new classroom, where he has met his new classmates and his new teacher, while I have been given many many many forms to fill in. As an August born baby, he will be one of the youngest in his year and this has been playing on my mind a little bit. He was not nervous at all.  Just walked right in, zoned in on a table stacked high with dinosaurs, and as I started to slowly back out of the room, he did not look back once.  Not once! I watched him through the glass as he happily helped himself to a fairy cake …