Twelve days of holiday! #Christmas

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My take on a classic!

On the first day of holidays
My children gave to me
A bucket load of sick, yippee!
On the second day of holidays
My children gave to me
Two nights of coughing
And a bucket load of sick, yippee!
On the third day of holidays
My children gave to me
Three temper tantrums,
Two nights of coughing
And a bucket load of sick, yippee!
On the fourth day of holidays
My children gave to me
Four lame excuses
Three temper tantrums
Two nights of coughing
And a bucket load of sick, yippee!
On the fifth day of holidays
My children have to me
Five super smiles!
Four lame excuses
Three temper tantrums
Two nights of coughing
And a bucket load of sick, yippee!
On the sixth day of holidays
My children gave to me
Six loads of washing
Five super smiles!
Four lame excuses
Three temper tantrums
Two nights of coughing
And a bucket load of sick, yippee!
On the seventh day of holidays
My children gave to me
Seven snow requests
Six loads of washing
Five super smiles!
Four lame excuses
Three temper tantrums
Two nights of coughing
And a bucket load of sick, yippee!
On the eighth day of holidays
My children gave to me
Eight arguments
Seven snow requests
Six loads of washing
Five super smiles!
Four lame excuses
Three temper tantrums
Two nights of coughing
And a bucket load of sick, yippee!
On the nineth day of holidays
My children gave to me
Nine broken presents
Eight arguments
Seven snow requests
Six loads of washing
Five super smiles!
Four lame excuses
Three temper tantrums
Two nights of coughing
And a bucket load of sick, yippee!
On the tenth day of holidays
My children gave to me
Ten tummy aches
Nine broken presents
Eight arguments
Seven snow requests
Six loads of washing
Five super smiles!
Four lame excuses
Three temper tantrums
Two nights of coughing
And a bucket load of sick, yippee!
On the eleventh day of holidays
My children gave to me
Eleven headaches hammering
Ten tummy aches
Nine broken presents
Eight arguments
Seven snow requests
Six loads of washing
Five super smiles!
Four lame excuses
Three temper tantrums
Two nights of coughing
And a bucket load of sick, yippee!
On the twelfth day of holidays
My children gave to me
Twelve great big hugs
Eleven headaches hammering
Ten tummy aches
Nine broken presents
Eight arguments
Seven snow requests
Six loads of washing
Five super smiles!
Four lame excuses
Three temper tantrums
Two nights of coughing
And a bucket load of sick, yippee!
Merry Christmas!!!

A Poem from my book, Poetic Rituals, available on Amazon here – myBook.to/PoeticRITUals

Author Zone, Ritu Bhathal, Poetic Rituals, Writer

Merry Christmas!

 

What will YOU give your child for Christmas? #ThrowbackThursday

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It’s not the presents that matter, it’s your presence.

Kids… they can pretty much always have a list a mile long, of things that they would like for Christmas.

Take, for example, my kids.

Lil Princess, at 7, seems to add things that she desperately NEEDS on a daily basis. (Not that she will get it all!)

Lil Man is a little older and wiser, it seems, at 10. He has requested 2 things, and is not bothered about getting anything else… they would just be bonuses.

But still, when you add it all together, we are looking at £3-400 worth of stuff, if we got it all. And if we did get it all, would that make us the best parents in the world?

No.

It would make us one of a growing number of parents who, having been working to support our family, feel the need to give our children everything they asked for, to make up for not being there all the time.

I’m seeing this on a daily basis now, working in Nursery. And unfortunately this trend of giving all, and giving in, is not helping our younger generations to develop at a normal rate at all.

Parents giving kids as young as 1, tablets or phones to play with, to keep them quiet, while they get things done.  What they are doing, is robbing their children of precious time they could be spending together, talking, developing their children’s speech, and personal skills. Instead, we get children who have no idea how to communicate, as they are stuck with the  electronic version of a dummy to mute them.

Or those parents who have a mere hour with their children daily, as they are at work. It is much easier to let them do what they want, give them what they are moaning for, it saves your ear drums, and, makes that short time with your child much more pleasant. No tantrums.

Then those who have the time, but can’t take the initiative to introduce their children to society.  Play groups, play dates, activity clubs.  All these places give a child a chance to socialise, and bond with their peers, and realise that the world doesn’t always revolve around them.

We have so many children in our nursery who are only children. They don’t even have another small person at home to bounce off of, and to create relationships with. So when they come to us, and are faced with 19 other little people, vying for the adult’s attention, and having to learn that they can’t get everything when they want, it can be frustrating.

But going back to the children and their electronic dummies… This issue probably worries me the most.  Constant use of things like the TV, Phones and Tablets to keep the kids busy, meant that they may be hearing words being spoken, but they are not being spoken to, and there is no encouragement for them to talk.  Hence the amount of kids operating at maybe a year, if not more, younger than expectations.

It’s not just the speech that is an issue.  Constant use of these devices, mean that children are not given pencils, pens and paper.  Therefore they struggle to even hold a pencil or pen at school, their fine motor skills are grossly lacking.

All this holds them back, seriously.

So when I say don’t lay such an emphasis on presents, but try to be there for your child, give them your presence, I mean you will be giving the biggest present anyway.

Talking to your little one, you can give them a rich vocabulary, reading to them, you can teach them so much.  Getting those colouring books out, or pens and paper, scissors, glue and glitter, may be messy, but it will help to give your child skills that they can’t do without as they grow up. Play some games with them, encourage turn taking, and show them they may not win every time, but that it is the taking part that counts.

I hope I don’t sound like I am preaching, but I feel so strongly about this issue, and it is heartbreaking to see how many kids will be labelled as ‘failing’ expectations, because we, as parents, think we are doing the best thing, when in fact hearing ‘no’ isn’t a bad thing, heck, screaming strengthens their lungs! (Just invest in ear plugs!)

Peace out Peeps! Carry on enjoying your festive season!

December 7 – Flash Fiction – Performance – Nativity

Charli’s prompt this week:

December 7, 2017 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write that features a performance. You can interpret what is a performance any way the prompt leads you.

December 7 Flash Fiction Challenge at Carrot Ranch @Charli_Mills

Well, being as I work in school teaching, this time of year is filled with performances! We have the Nursery Christmas singing to parents, the Reception Nativity, the KS1 alternative Nativity, then Lower KS 2 and Upper KS 2 hold their performances of Christmas songs from around the world too!

I am personally involved in the Nursery and Reception performance preparations this year, and I have to say, my throat is hurting from the over singing we have to do, to compensate for the vast majority of the kids who stand and do nothing!

So it goes without saying that my piece for the week would be influenced by my day job!

Nativity

“Come on children, nice and loud now! Please no shouting – it’s singing we want to hear.”
Mrs Keeble started the intro on the school piano, and nodded to the class in front of her.
As usual, there were the performers: the children who thought they were born for the stage. There were the skulkers: the ones who stood at the back, heads down, hoping no one would notice them. And then there were the stunned: the ones who stood there, gawping, no sound leaving their mouths, eyes scanning the audience for family.
Wonderful!
Welcome to another infant Christmas performance!

https://carrotranch.com/2017/12/07/december-7-flash-fiction-challenge/

 

Homework? Aaaargh!!!!!! #MondayBlogs

 

I am revisiting an older post of mine today purely because yesterday was murder with Lil Princess’s homework! It wasn’t an elaborate project or anything like that, but trying to work on a page full of long multiplication, when a child doesn’t get it… It is tough!

I am not the world’s best mathematician. It was never my strong point, but I am keeping a growth mindset on this one… I will not allow my negative thoughts towards times tables reflect upon my kids!

We worked on it, but blood, sweat and tears were shed whilst completing it!

Enjoy my musings from a few years back!

 

It’s the stuff of nightmares!!!!!

“Yes, the poor children…so much homework, from such a young age…” I hear you chime in alongside me, but do you know what?

I ain’t talking ’bout the kids, its the parents I’m sympathizing with… Actually, not sympathizing with, because I’m one too… We all stand together and scream, “Aaaaaaaarrrrgghhh!” This particular nightmare was meant to have left my life after I finished studying! I didn’t know having kids meant I have to do homework again!!!

Now, I don’t mean your bog standard nightly reading, times tables practice or even spelling, I can cope with that, it’s just…

Every Friday, or every other Friday in Lil Princess’s case, I tentatively open school bags, fearing what piece of paper will float out of there, or what delight is stuck in the ‘Home Learning’ book!

What outlandish piece of research are the children to do this time, then make into a ‘creative, interesting, visual piece of writing/model/leaflet/book…you get my drift!

You know there are parents who don’t bother, theirs are the kids who have to go to homework club shamefully the next week, as they ‘didn’t do it!’

But the thing is, sometimes, this creative homework, though fantastic, and yes it really does help the kids reinforce learning whatever their topic at school, it’s just toooooo much!

I think that this kind of homework is ok once in a while, while kids are still at primary or junior school, up until 11, but every week… It’s almost impossible! What with various after school commitments with the kids, we only really have the weekend ‘free’ to do said homework… And, excuse me if I’m wrong, but shouldn’t weekends be for family time??

Kids are tired after a week of learning, and working as an Educator, I know how much these little tykes are expected to do during their academic day. It’s no wonder they can be cranky little sh*ts after school, especially when younger!

Now some children LOVE homework, I kid you not! Lil Princess begged for some once she saw her brother getting it, and now she does too, she attacks it with relish! But Lil Man, would hide his if he could, he HATES it!

So why am I bothering with this post? Because most if this homework cannot be done by the child alone, they need supervision, and guidance from the parents to do it, and especially with the little projects, it can become a HUGE deal!

If it’s going to be done, you want it done correctly, so it ends up becoming the parents homework, just as much as the child’s!

Hands up who’s guilty of becoming demon mum/dad trying to get your child’s homework just right.. I know I can be like that, but I do make sure the kids are doing it, not me… It’s just I have to oversee EVERYTHING!!!!!

It would be a personal slight if he/she handed in anything sub standard… And as we line up on Monday morning, and you see other parents, the smug faces of those who have done their child’s homework too, I mean who’s CHILDREN have done their homework, is apparent!

Large flashy models, or very elaborate posters, whatever was asked for, are brandished by the children…

Just can’t wait for next week. What mark did I get…? Sorry, I mean what mark did my child get…?!

Prejudice…

Today, I had a meeting with the children in my school’s School Council. I head that (along with the other hats I wear at work!) and we needed a meeting to discuss a few points ahead of the governors meeting tomorrow, so we could present the ‘Pupil Voice’.

One of the topics we were discussing was prejudice. I wanted to gauge the children’s perception or understanding of the word, and then with a very simple explanation to let them know what it was, and whether they feel that as a school do we deal with prejudice positively, and what we could do to combat it.

To break it down I said,

“Prejudice is when you look at a person, place or situation with ideas in your head, preconceived ideas, about how that person will be, or what that place will be like, or whether you could handle that situation, without actually knowing anything.”

We talked about how you could judge a person on what table they were sat at in the classroom, if the tables were set in ability groups, or a certain classroom, because you had heard about a particular teacher. Then we touched upon race too.

The children had never heard the term before which I thought was positive – you would hope that children under the age of 11 were not too aware of these things, much less exposed to it.

They gave me feedback on how they felt we combatted prejudice in the classroom, using Kagan seating, children had ‘buddies’ of different abilities on each table so they could help each other.

They suggested having an International Food Club, or lessons involving various multicultural instruments, or sports too.

All this was great, and as I left tonight, I was full of positivity, proud of the children’s ideas within the meeting.

Then I encountered a prejudice of my own. A fear of groups of loitering teenager.

Walking across the playground to our car park, I encountered three teenagers. They shouldn’t have been where they were. I asked if I could help them ( it was dark, by the way) and they said they were waiting for a cousin. That could have been true had it been half an hour previous, but at this time, most of the children have left.

They proceeded to climb equipment, so I requested that they leave. Luckily the caretaker came by then, and we both escorted them through where they said they had come, which was not actually a gate we had in use.

As they tried to disappear before we got close to them, one started climbing a fence, and I told him there were cameras, and that they should not come back here.

Of course, they finally made their way out, but not before telling me to “F off, you sl*g!” twice. I got the office manager to come out too, and she stood with us as they mouthed off. They also told the caretaker to “Go back home you P*ki!”, to which he said “You’re wrong there!” (He’s Indian, like me, not Pakistani!)

They loitered outside the gate, and I thanked goodness that I was parked in our staff car park at the other end of the school. The caretaker walked me to the car, mentioning that they had been in one of the other playgrounds, stating they were waiting for their sister before too!

I still drove my car surreptitiously past the entrance that they used to exit, to make sure they weren’t still there, so I could warn the Office Manager. Thankfully they had left by then.

In this situation, I fear my prejudice was well-founded. There are far too many teens that hang around the streets intimidating people walking past, sometimes, just by their presence, rather than by actually doing anything. This time though, they were on school property! And acting cocky is one thing, but had I been alone, they could have done anything, though considering they waited until they were half out the gate before slinging abuse at us, I doubt they had the backbone to try. But still, you never know…

I talk to my own child about this kind of behaviour, and hope he never thinks it’s okay to just hang about like that, and definitely not to trespass!

Okay, I’m off to chill myself out now!

Have a good evening Peeps!

 

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