I so love a short and sweet Random Act of Kindness story…
A few months ago a friend and I were bemoaning the fact that we never seemed to read very much any more. That when we did read, our book choices were a little off and our general reading habit was more than a little un-inspired. So we set up a Book Club.
My children have become really anti-social. They don’t talk to me, apart from the odd grunt, and they barely even look at me. They aren’t teenagers and I don’t actually mind. Why?
They are reading. On their own. ALL the time.
As a parent, in fact as a human being, we get to wear a lot of different hats in our lives. I don’t mean actual hats of course but, oh crappit, the latest hat that I find myself wearing is one that I never, ever, in my wildest nightmares thought that I would ever, EVER wear.
I appear to have volunteered (yes I have brought it on myself people) to be the Chair of the school PTA. Shit (sorry but these desperate times demand the use of an expletive, apologies). Continue reading “Not a PTA Mum?”
8 Year Old: Do you know Mummy? I am fighting for World Peace.
Today is one of the most hotly anticipated(?) days in the academic calendar, it is World Book Day. Parents love it. Parents hate it. Kids love it. Kids hate it.
When I was 7 I missed out on a trip to Bristol Zoo thanks to being very poorly and in hospital. I remember receiving a package of hand-drawn get well cards from my classmates featuring all the animals they had seen at the zoo. All very lovely but the salt was well and truly rubbed into the wound. I was totally gutted.
What is it with competition? Life is one big competition isn’t it? Survival of the fittest and all that. So, why can’t kids compete against each other anymore? Are we seriously thinking that they will be damaged if they lose? Yesterday was my children’s school Sports Day (or Games Day), which, by the way was only an hour long. There was a host of excellent games encouraging the children to physically stretch themselves, but there was no official competition. Participation was the name of the game. This has got me thinking.
T’s 6th tooth ‘just fell out’ at school today and arrived home in this cute little mouse.