Morning Person/Night Person… Which One Are You?

A morning person.
That’s me, most definitely. I’m the annoying one, bouncing around (without coffee, I’ll have you know!) first thing in the morning!
morning night
And it’s a good thing too, as my Hubby Dearest is definitely the opposite… A true Night Person.
He’s not great with alarms.
So it’s a good thing I am.  Because we have kids. And they seem to think that 6am is the right time to wake, every morning, or Lil Man at least! (And Lil Princess, in the holidays… really?! The struggles to get her to wake in the term time are unreal, yet in the holidays, 6.15am… why?!)
So breakfast is done, they are settled, and any bickering is dealt with by calm, rested mummy. If Daddy is roused, there is not a particularly patient parent there…
However, come 7pm, and mummy is getting tired.  Mummy can’t quite cope with the constant bickering. Mummy, shock horror, shouts! And in steps angel Daddy, to sort the problems out calmly, with no raised voices.
Hang on a minute, I was meant to be the Good Cop! When did the Baddie change places with me?
Good Bad
It got me thinking though.
This whole Good Cop/Bad Cop parenting thing.
We aren’t ever really just one of them, are we? Well in our household, there is definitely a personality change in Hubby Dearest and me, partway through the day!
And it directly correlates with our sleep patterns.
I sleep early because I am shattered from a busy day. I wake early, and refreshed, so I can be patient. Hubby Dearest sleeps late, and rouses himself later than me too, so he is at his prime, later in the day.
So I get Good Cop duty in the morning, and he is most definitely Bad Cop if he is woken up, and I morph into Bad cop by the evening, when my patience has worn very thin, but because he has had no kids to deal with in the day, and has woken later than us, Hubby Dearest switches to Good Cop!
So, which are you? Morning/Night Person? Good Cop/Bad Cop?

Images from Google.

Fear Projectors

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“What are they?” I hear you ask yourself.

Us.

They are us. Or at least quite a lot of us.

Ok, let me explain myself a little clearer. On a recent post of mine about my Lil Princess and her trip to the O2, I had a short exchange with Kat, where she said she was proud of me!

No no, we should be proud of the little performer, not me!

But the explanation in her comment made me thing…

 And it got me thinking.

We are, in general, a much more fearful type of parent than ours before us.  I am not, by any means, saying that our parents were uncaring, or unfeeling and not bothered by our safety, when we were growing up.

Of course, they were.

But they didn’t have all the knowledge that we have now.

The knowledge of all the awful things that happen out there in the Big Wide World.

We can thank the Media for that.

All through time, bad things have happened to people, adults, and youngsters. Kidnapping, abuse, murder, acts of war and terrorism. It has always been there, but before, you were highly unlikely to know about, for example, an abduction case in Mississippi, sitting in a small village in England, because it wasn’t covered in our papers.

Yet now, thanks to t’internet, we can browse through world news sites, and find out the horrors that occur around the world, 24 hours a day… and thanks to Social Media, things get posted, and reposted, and like with Chinese Whispers, sometimes things get twisted out of proportion… And God forbid something like that happen to our darlings!

And who suffers, as a result of us becoming so much more aware of dangers?

Kids.

The thing is, we don’t get to know about the percentages, the ratios, the probabilities of these kinds of happenings. We just know they happened.  So in our minds, they could happen to our kids too.

Remember your own childhoods?

Walking to school alone from young ages. In the holidays, disappearing as soon as you were allowed, and only appearing for mealtimes. Sure your mum knew who you were with (most of the time), and where you were (again most of the time!) but there were no mobile phones, so you couldn’t be checked on unless someone physically went out.

Freedom. That’s what we had.  Or more freedom than we seem to give our kids now.

I am definitely not one to preach.  I am just as bad.  I have always taken my kids to, and from school. They don’t go to the park alone. They only stay at their grandparents without us.

Why? Because of the fear that ‘something’ will happen to them.

And what does this do to our kids? Well, it is only going to rub off on them. And will they not grow up to become fearful of everything?

And now, I am on the crux of another pretty scary time, where my Lil Man is concerned.  He will be starting Secondary School soon, in September.  Big school!  I have been lucky as I was in the same school teaching, so I always had an overview of what was going on. But soon, I will be away from him.  He will have to do so much independently, and I remember posting about my fears before regarding him starting to do things himself.

And I can proudly say, that I have realised he is growing up!

He hasn’t even walked to the local shop (30 seconds away) on his own, to get me some milk, let alone walking to school alone! I know I need to remedy this now.

He is still very much a Lil Man, in every sense, size and stature, but he is a big character, and the last year have seen such changes in him, confidence-wise, and even with his own use of common sense!

He will be away mid this year, for 4 nights, with his class, which will be an amazing experience, and it is also his birthday when he is away.  But he is going.  I know a few people who have refused to let their kids go, for all sorts of silly reasons, but no, he needs to do this.

And Lil Princess, singing at the O2, a huge venue, where she was there with over 7,500 kids, and triple that in the audience, but not with me.  I’m surprised I wasn’t nervous!

I, for one, am being much more proactive about giving them these chances… I can’t say the same for the rest of the adults in the family!

My Mother-in-law dotes on her grandchildren, and whenever there is a time where they are going to be doing something out of the ordinary, she starts dreaming silly things!  The O2 trip, for example, brought on a dream that we were going there, and we lost Lil Man in the crowds! Oh, she has woken up in the past crying out their names too!

I am rambling on now, but the main point… we need to give our kids a little more chance to be independent, and to make choices of their own, without clouding our judgement because of what we read on Google that morning…

Don’t project your fears on them. It’s natural to have concerns, but we need to let them unfurl their wings and fly unaided at some point.  So why disable them, by not giving them the chance to practice from an early age? This only means that, as they get older, they will find it tougher to be independent, and also, they will carry those fears themselves, and possibly not take opportunities, for fear of ‘something’ happening.

Do I make any sense?

 

I just wanna be taller…

Somehow, tonight, the kids and I ended up discussing plastic surgery…

No, I don’t condone it on young people, but I will discuss various topics with the Little Monsters, in simplistic terms, if questions arise… as they did today!

The kids were talking about sight, and contact lenses, and Lil Man mentioned that I had already had Laser eye surgery. “Why can’t kids have it?”. While explaining why, I touched on nose jobs and things, talking about how your body needs to grow first, before being altered, or surgery could be pointless.  I also mentioned boob jobs as I know at the age of 9 he likes a good snigger at the words ‘boobies’ and ‘breasts’! (The meat aisle is a constant source of amusement to him at the moment, what with chicken breasts and turkey breasts!)

Lil Man asked ” Can you get an operation to make you taller too then?”

I hesitated before answering… He continued “because I think I’d like to have that, if it makes you taller.”

I hadn’t anticipated that question, but as soon as he asked it, I kinda knew that statement would follow. I’ve made no secret of that fact that my Lil Man is small in stature, for his age, but I didn’t realise it bugged him that much! We’ve had the conversations in the past, I’ve even researched famous vertically challenged people with him, so he doesn’t feel like being small is a bad thing, and at the end of the day, he’s 9, there is plenty of time for him to grow.  But obviously it does bug him.  “People at school don’t believe I can’t be good at anything in sports because I am so small. They think I’m rubbish…”

Now, far be it for me to big up my son, but this is so far from the truth, its unreal. In fact he has surprised his teachers and sports coaches with his strength, and skills in football (soccer), basketball and badminton.

Aside from telling him to ignore these people, I was at a loss… what should I tell my Lil Man?

Great things come in small packages. We’ve all heard that old chestnut countless times, I’m sure, but how do I make him believe it?

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