IN March I posted about taking my blog in a new direction, focusing on learning skills that would help build a resilient family. I was looking forward to a time when my teenage children would be testing themselves against peer pressure and I wanted them to be able to chart their own course confidently, without following the crowd or caving to the demands of their peers. Then in April … Continue reading
I AM not a fearful person, but I worry. The news headlines are troubling. Kids taking LSD, teens swan-diving off balconies, high on synthetic drugs, children sexting, and one punch, a coward punch, can kill a young man. And it got me to thinking. Continue reading
I HAVE long been interested in my family tree but haven’t really done much to trace my ancestors. However, as mentioned previously, time is pressing and what was previously an idle wish to “one day” explore my tree, has now become a more urgent matter. We live in such a new country that you only have to go back a few generations to find out how your family arrived here and for me, it’s exciting to begin building that picture…
IT is challenging for parents when our children don’t live up to our expectations and it’s an issue we can face at any stage of our parenthood journey. When our kids don’t walk by 12 months, or talk by 18 months, or toilet train by two years, or achieve academically at school the way we thought they would, or hoped they would. All of these milestones can be stressful for parents who see their kids’ achievements as a reflection of their validity as a parent. I confess, I’m one of those. That is one of the reasons it was so hard to let my children give up piano lessons. But when our kids don’t perform as we expect, what can and what should we do?
IT broke my heart but this is why I let my children stop piano lessons. Making decisions for our children is 90% of this parenting gig. Making decisions to have them immunised (always yes), which kindy to send them to, which school, what foods to feed them, and so on. We make myriad decisions every day on behalf of our kids. Today I made the decision to allow my children to stop piano lessons after two years of dedicated study. I’ve shed some tears over this decision because I’m so very sad about it and a part of me thinks it’s the wrong call, but here’s why I did it.
I met Julie at work, when we were sub-editors at The Courier-Mail. We worked side-by-side for years and I always loved her company. It wasn’t until right towards the end of our respective stints in the salt mines that I learned she was a Pyjama Angel. That’s typical of Jules. She doesn’t shout about those things, but I was blown away by her selfless commitment to others. She’s an inspiration and she’s been kind enough to put together some words on her experience as a Pyjama Angel. It made me a bit teary, so perhaps grab a tissue and read on… Continue reading
I’M working on a project at the moment that started out (some six months ago) as a happy, joyous project and something I hoped would be a family-building project. Recent events have turned this project into a heartbreaking race against the clock and I’m terrified I won’t get it done in time…
A CANCER diagnosis can flatten a whole family, especially when it’s mum who is sick. Mums do so much that when something goes seriously wrong, the wheels can fall off for a while. If you’re lucky, you have a close-knit community around you and extended family who will be able to support you with getting kids to school, lunches made, household chores done. But not everyone does, or often family and friends can only do so much, and that’s when Mummy’s Wish steps in to the breach.
MOTIVATING a small child to complete a sequence of events such as the jobs to get ready for school – eat breakfast, brush teeth, get dressed, brush hair, get school bag ready – can be difficult. I’ve found a tool that helps with that quest.
MyChart.com.au is a god-send for kids who just need a nudge to get organised. Continue reading
Today I had my own Lenore Skenazy moment. Who’s Lenore Skenazy? Lenore Skenazy is the mum who left her nine-year-old in Bloomingdale’s (deliberately) to find his own way home to Brooklyn on the subway and bus. Now, I didn’t leave my kids (ages 8, 7 and 5) in the Queen Street Mall, but I sent them off to walk a circuitous route, unaccompanied, on an errand. Am I a terrible mother? Let’s discuss. Continue reading