I think one of the best pieces of advice I could give to any current or future parents, is this:
Show them what you love.
In particular, music.
Baby girl is exposed to a whole range of styles. From 70s/80s Queen, 80s Prince, Madonna of ALL ages, pop Justin Timberlake, melodic George Michael…
to contemporary music like The Weeknd, SIA, Ed Sheeran, Justin Bieber, Tones and I, and then there’s folk music, rnb music, UB40, songs from movies…
There’s a lot of different styles that she hears from us.
When you show your child what you love, you’re showing them what makes you happy. What makes you sing. What makes your heart soar.
You’re not actually sitting them down and saying “this is what makes me happy!”
It’s in the everyday moments. Putting the volume up for a song on the radio that makes you smile. Dancing in the kitchen because Funny How Love Is came on. Laughing along to that really annoying/catchy tune “Pump it Up,” and then turning everything into that song…
“You know clean it up, you have to clean it up!”
You’re making everyday moments come alive, you’re making them more fun, and most importantly, you’re making memories.
Like today for instance. Following a week of letting everything fall to the wayside in light of more important things, I was on a cleaning frenzy. I had Queen on, FULL VOLUME as I went about the house doing my thing.
I was in baby girl’s room changing her bedding, when Bohemian Rhapsody came on.
As the pivotal moment drew near…
“Oh mama mia, mama mia
Mama mia let me go…”
I quickly threw some things in her wardrobe –
“…Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me…”
I ran out of her room –
And ran down the hallway
“…FOR ME!” I squealed as I skid into the kitchen, with baby girl charging in from the lounge room.
And then we proceeded to do THIS:
Oh it was fun! The hair clip in my hair was knocking my head we were jumping and head banging so much.
And it was so cool, that I knew I could depend on her to run in to meet me near the stereo… just as she knew she could find me rocking out to a classic tune.
It’s got nothing to do with making your kids like what YOU like. That I am totally against. Children should be allowed to make up their own likes, dislikes, interests and passions, without their parents, or anyone influencing them.
I am fascinated to see what kind of young woman baby girl will grow into of her own accord, not from someone else she has tried to be like, or from someone who has made her feel she should be like them.
It’s about showing them your passions. They should be their own people. At the same time, it’s no wonder there are so many kids out there who followed in their parents footsteps, either by doing a similar profession, choosing a similar path, a like-minded interest… because they watched them obsess, fixate, and enjoy that thing, while growing up.
Baby girl doesn’t need to write. She doesn’t need to read. She doesn’t need to love Queen all her life.
But by sharing what it is that you love with them, you show them what a meaningful, purposeful, and beautiful life is.
At the end of day, whether it’s a life path of not… Creativity.
These are the things that make the world go round. Teaching our kids about them can only bring beautiful things.
At the very least, really funny head-banging memories. 😉
I mean, they called it a ‘device free’ day. That meant that they had given us a an activity sheet to download earlier, which we could work off with our kids, and give them a much-needed break from doing so much on their devices.
Basically, it was a BS day.
We looked at the sheet after my work shift, and baby girl was like “nah.”
I let it be. I mean, she was meant to go back in only days anyway. Playing pretend hairdresser or making up a dinner menu, well missing that kind of activity wasn’t going to really affect her schooling life.
Unbeknownst to her I had checked out the list in advance, and decided to surprise her with something else…
A treasure hunt!
Yep, a treasure hunt was on the list, so I took the idea by the reigns and steered it in my direction. I made a rough sketch of our ground floor, and started thinking of places to hide little notes to help her around the house, to find the ultimate goal…
Chocolate, LOL what else?
So we did it after dinner, and seriously, she loved it.
No more seriously… Hubbie and I loved it more than she did. 😉
And when she found the chocolate, she was rapt… only to take a bite of the gourmet strawberry speckled chocolate heart Hubbie had bought home from his work, and go –
“It has a funny taste.”
So she got a plain one instead, oh well. We do these fun things for our kids, these special things, and what do we get…
Fun for us instead. And memories. Memories for us all. 🙂
I’m happy to report it’s another support local post! And you can not any more local than across the road, DOWN THE STREET, local.
I’m proud to say that Flock Café is our local coffee joint, and so conveniently close to home. However today was not one of those usual days that we could have walked there, what with the hellish weather and all.
So we jumped in the car and drove the very short distance over, to grab one of their cookie decorating boxes.
I saw they were promoting them some days ago, and amidst shop closures and takeaway ONLY, thought it was a great way to support local business, all the while finding something fun for baby girl to do, because God knows I need ideas!
She had so much fun, and I loved watching her get creative.
Ahh, creativity. I just love it. Those piles of sweet candy tasted insanely great upon the deliciously soft cookie base too. 🙂 ♥
There was taste-tasting, coffee making, and puzzle doing… it was relaxing, and with the wind howling and sheets of rain coming down outside, there was really no better place than to be at home.
Our cat Mister F slept for about five hours on the couch. It was that type of day.
Then at night, on random we started to dance in the kitchen.
If you’ve followed my blog for a while you’ll know that’s a common eventin our household. Somehow though, we just haven’t had much of a chance or opportunity to dance all together on a Saturday night.
It seems for the moment though, we will have an indefinite amount of time to dance in the kitchen.
What made it better, was I started off reluctant. All I wanted to do was settle back on the couch. It was like I was so used to doing nothing, that I just wanted to go back and do NOTHING.
But as the saying goes… if you can’t beat them, join them.
Which is what I did. I participated in baby girl’s little dance-off contest, and before I knew it, was galloping and pirouetting across the kitchen floor and almost colliding with Hubbie and baby girl but doubling over with laughter.
And I was so glad I caved in. So glad we mucked about and went stupid and got warm amidst a really freezing day. And though we aren’t all tik tok savvy to have recorded it for the world to see, there is something else I captured…
Our little tennis match. I saw the best idea on facebook a while ago. Take two wooden spoons or other long-shaped utensils, tape it to the back of some paper plates, then using some stools/chairs, drape a blanket/tablecover over it to create…
A tennis stadium IN YOUR HOUSE.
Oh, and the ball? A balloon. It even acts like a ball if it’s been hanging around the house for a few days, flying irrationally and without care through the air, making it more challenging to hit.
Let it howl. Let it rain. We’ve got the home isolation entertainment down pat.
It was one of those Fridays where it felt REALLY good to let my hair down after the fact.
After the fact of sitting in a NON-ergonomic desk chair, where I’ve had to put throws on the seat just to raise myself to some kind of adequate desk position.
After the fact of a killer end of work shift job task.
After the fact of having to stay back (at the desk!) and work overtime to finish it.
After the fact of this repeated cold I keep getting, where it comes, and goes, then comes back full force, with terribly itchy, runny nose and sneezing symptoms all day.
After the fact of a long week, where my neck and back was so sore.
I had to get out of the house. Baby girl and I ventured to the backyard, and she called me to the trampoline.
Yes. I needed to loosen up.
Bounce! and bounce! and bounce! we went. Every jump up and I could see into the neighbour’s yard, see their washing on the line, see she sheds in the other adjoining houses, see the street out front. We jumped too close to each other, laughed too much, and then…
The rain began to fall.
It had been a mild day, so when the drops came down heavier and bigger than usual, we didn’t mind.
“We need to go inside!” I said. “It’s raining!”
But the funny thing is, we didn’t. We stayed, jumping like mad, for a good few moments, waiting until the rain got consistent and then dashed inside.
Ahhh. There’s nothing quite like shaking all the sore, all the tired, all the pressure off your body from a long week…
Who thought doing a 500+ puzzle would be so damn exciting?
There is no time like the present to get stuck into some good ol’ fashioned puzzle FUN. And if you think it’s no fun, oh LOOK OUT.
We lay all the pieces on the table tonight, from Hubbie’s car puzzle he got from who-knows-where, who-knows when many many moons ago, and got busy grouping similar coloured itsy-bitsy pieces together.
When you get started, and start linking up only a couple, you get this surge of excitement! Like, I am doing it!
I am doing it!
And then you absolutely can’t leave the table. You just can’t. We said we were finishing for the night about eight times before we actually left. Hubbie was on his way to the couch, when he saw some colours he was after, and proceeded to plant his arse back near the puzzle.
Whether it’s because of the changing colder weather, having nowhere to go, or even just family bonding time… a puzzle is a great thing to do at this time of year.
Earlier tonight I was telling Hubbie how I would tell any new Mum, a Mum with young child, hell, even a parent who had a child that didn’t have the perks of what I’m about to divulge, about something unbelievably fantastic that they MUST have in their child’s school.
I would even encourage parents without this school perk to seriously consider moving their kids elsewhere.
But firstly, to explain… baby girl has been babied, all her life.
She’s had me picking her up from kinder and primary school, at the precise start and end time, every time.
With the start of primary school, Hubbie was thrown in the mix too, so that on Wednesdays he joined me in dropping her off and picking her up, and there has maybe been, um, 3 times that he’s had to get her that I wasn’t there…
But really, I have dropped her off/picked her up from school 99.99% of the time… Hubbie 0.01%.
But it’s always been US. 9:15 and 2:15 at kinder. 9:00 and 3:30 at school.
ON THE MARK.
But that ALL dramatically changed today. Because not only was she there for before school care… she was there at the start time of 6:45.
And if that wasn’t enough, that wasn’t even all. She was there for after school care for about 30 minutes as well.
Hubbie and I were stressing a bit, I won’t lie… but she was amazing. She got up on time, listened to us in the crazy morning rush, and by the end of the day when I picked her up, I felt like Iwas interrupting her… here was a hall full of 40 kids, all sitting around tables having healthy after-school snacks, with baby girl lining up to get her share!
She took a plate home though… too right, I paid for that half hour! 😉
But she seriously loved it.
It’s all fun and games for the little ones. And why wouldn’t it be? She was with friends, kids from her class, they got to eat breakfast in the morning, snacks after school, have a supply of movies, board games, colouring, games they played with the care teachers, they had really, EVERYTHING.
It’s a freaking holiday.
On her takeaway plate was some fruit, vegies, a pancake with jam, cheese and crackers, and as we got into the car I said “no fair, I want to go to after school care!”
“Nope, you can’t!”
Damn it. But quietly, YES.
So back to my main point. If you are looking at schools for your kid, look at which ones provide before and after school care. It’s a win-win. Your child has fun, they’re in a familiar place, and you get to be a human being and go to work and talk to adults.