“Mum, you are not listening to me! It makes me feel unimportant!”, my 5.5 yo mouse complained.
“I am listening to you. I was in the middle of answering your last question when you started to ask the next one.”
“When you do not listen, I feel unimportant. Even TV says I am not important!”
“What? TV? How?”Read More »
9yo, 7yo, 6yo and 3yo sitting in the room. 9yo and 7yo are on their parent’s smartphones, playing games or something from youtube. 3yo is protesting because there is no phone available for her. 6yo wondering why his mum doesn’t allow him to use her phone.
This picture was taken on Monday (July 11th 2016) on my way from work so the pile isn’t fresh. In the morning when I came to work, it was fresh with a fly flying around it (oh, btw, if a fly is flying, is a bird birding? think about it). During lunch I mentioned the pile to my colleagues. I was wondering whose pile is it and how could anyone (dog? human being?) be so precise without injuring his a*s on the wall. They are accustomed to me and my mind so they even tried to provide me with an answer. One theory was that it is dog’s and since we were eating, one theory was enough even for me. After work I took the pic and sent it to the only female colleague that had had lunch with us that day. She agreed it was a dog, a well mannered dog because the odds of one stepping into it would involve some pretty mystique circumstances.
I had the urge to write about this because I still cannot comprehend how can anyone make that pile without injuring himself. And no, the pile wasn’t made somewhere else and dumped there because I saw it when it was fresh. Someone would left some stains around it. I deleted the pile pic from my phone by accident so I had to ask my colleague if she kept it.
“Thank god she kept it for these three days!”, I can hear you say. Indeed, it is great to have somebody in our lives who is saving our sh*t. Literally. I told her that too because I wanted to let her know how much I appreciate her. Also, I made it clear that me asking for a pic is NOT an invitation to her to ask me why I need it. Again, it is great to have somebody in our lives that is able to deliver sh*t she had been saving, on command, without asking about petty details. Now, allow me to connect this pile of sh*t (Am I talking about my post or the pic? One will never know…) to today’s prompt.Read More »
One would expect that teenage years are the years in which we, as children, have the most problems. Now that I am a mother that is still pretty far away from my mouse’s teenage years, I can say that so far almost each week (maybe even day) had its own problems we needed to learn how to deal with.
The art of coping with problems of our adulthood has its origins in our childhood. The key is in being able to see the problems as what they truly are. One approach might be to dissect them into smaller problems, simplify them and solve those little problems. A few small problems’ solutions might actually give the right solution to the original problem. The trick is not to simplify things too much and to keep in mind the bigger picture. Also, sometimes we need to let our heart speak. Not this time though. In what I will write about today, we need rationalization.
To a child, a world of grown ups may seem much scarier than to an adult (even though to adults it can seem pretty scary too). Also, a child tends to accept as normal the behavior he or she grew up surrounded with. Children tend to idolize their parents often justifying parents’ mistakes because it is easier to justify it than to acknowledge that his or her parents aren’t perfect. Later in life this can become quite a burden and a child that is now a grown up has to learn to deal with the fact his or her parents are far from being perfect.
It is normal for us to teach our child not to talk to strangers, not to help them search for their lost puppy, not to take anything from them. Sometimes our 5-year-old asks about hypothetical situations and we tell him how to react, sometimes we ask him about hypothetical situations to check his reasoning.
Listen to Dubioza kolektiv’s “Free.mp3 (The pirate bay song)”. I like them a lot. Some people decide not to have mouses in their lives, some consider them a blessing, some are raising them by the book, some are playing by the ear.
This one is a story for my son inspired by situations in the life of grown ups which, sadly, most of us encountered. You might recognize yourself or somebody dear to you in it.
A little girl wanted to play so she managed to find a place where children were put in a group to play together. Grown up there was impressed by her so he decided to squeeze her in even though there was no more place for new kids. Children there all wanted to have fun but couldn’t think of what to do. Finally, one boy suggested they should play with scissors and some glue. All the children ran home to fetch things they needed for their little project.Read More »
This is a story about my child but it is also a story for my child. Making a story from something seemingly insignificant and helping him to think about the ways of solving everyday problem(s) is something I really enjoy doing.
A story for my 5-year-old but others can relate too.
He was also the one that doesn’t fit in. I mean, he had four brothers he hung out with, they were all synchronized, they even lived together because it was more convenient for them but he knew he didn’t fully belong there.
Why? Well, he was much taller than any of them. Wherever they went, he felt people are staring at him, thinking how ugly he is. His brothers were aware of that but they ignored it. Sometimes all five of them would stand in front of the mirror and he would discretely look at them. They were smiling, being proud of themselves, so he pretended he is proud of himself too. He would pretend he doesn’t notice his height. Maybe they will like him better if he is more similar to them.