Friday 3 May 2013

Be Open Minded- they are just kids.......

Over the summer my gappy-toothed little man (6) got to take the big bus to summer camp for 2 weeks! Every morning I would herd my two kiddos into the car and drive over to the pick-up spot. Every afternoon, I`d be there when the bus pulled back in, and every time I got an earful of little boy stories.

" The bus got stuck on train tracks, and the bus driver got scared and ran away, then all us kids got out and saw a train coming, so we pushed the bus over the tracks and the train went by like  whoooooooosh and then I had to drive the bus to camp and it was hard to reach the pedals and I went off a cliff and the bus rolled and there were trees crashing us and the kids were like AH OH NO AHHHHHH, but we made it to camp alright."

That was the type of response I got to " How was your day? Did you have fun?"
HOLY COW. 

Fact of the matter is kids have fantastic imaginations, better than most Hollywood movies and certainly more exciting than the lives you and I lead. The problem here is, how do we deal with it? His stories were so fantastical that  I knew within seconds they were flights of fancy, but how long do we indulge them?

I have had to slowly, gently lay down some reality for him. " Oh, I am sure you must have been happy to be on the bus, but I don't think you really drove it!"

I have decided to ride these flights of fancy with my children as best I can while I have the opportunity. 7 turns into 17 and 3 becomes 23 faster than most parents want to admit.

Besides, super powers are only cool when you're under 10!


My Child is a Pig. A Cute Pig, but a Pig.

So earlier this week, I posted a plea in one of my Facebook Mommy groups. I was lamenting the horrid table manner of my now 7 year old. They are down right repulsive. He chews with his mouth open, he licks his fingers and slurps foods I didn't know could be slurped. He's a total marvel that would have a manners expert running for the hills.
I don't want him perfect, that would be creepy and Stepford-ish. I just want him to be less gross.

My fellow mommies came to my aid with virtual margaritas and anecdotal Asprin.

" I'm very relaxed, " one woman wrote, " My son is gross too. My husband (38)  is also gross. It's a boy thing" she said.
 I want to believe her. I have a short fuse, I admit it. But who wouldn't around someone who eats salad with their fingers!

Another woman offered to seat him next to her son and mine would come out roses! Mind you her son has "underdeveloped facial/tongue muscles and fine motor skill issues".
Sorry, that didn't make me feel as better as you'd have hoped.
My son is right on target if not exceeding.  He's just lazy, I say!

This boy of mine won't use a napkin while eating chicken wings or pizza. He doesn't wipe them on his shirt. The dear little handsome boy, lick his palms! YUCK!

In short, I still have to remind my son to use his napkin, chew with his mouth closed and eat over his plate. I just hope I am not doing that when he's 20!