Sweet Lord it’s been a long 6 weeks… I’m not going to lie, at times I’ve been uber jealous of all the people I know that have grandparents that have helped out. It’s not necessarily the help, it’s the break. I adore my kids but my emotional type works best when I can just get some time to myself to get my head together. Take 6 weeks of school holidays, throw in working nights till midnight then add a dash of a family member having a mental breakdown & hospital visits and you get a pretty on edge person. BUT we survived and here we are now on the home stretch… 3 days to go. I think on Sunday night I’ll literally pop a bottle of bubbly that we all came out the other side lol.
At times with bored (so fighting) kids I struggled to keep them entertained. We don’t have much money so lots of days were spent doing things like exploring, bushwalking, riding, swimming holes, parks, craft, DVDs, etc with the odd dash of movies & play centres when I felt the urge to have a wine by 10am. Which got me thinking, why is it my kids need to be entertained?
The age old statement unfortunately curled on my lips… ‘Back in my day!’, but it’s true. My parents hardly did anything with me. I think I saw one movie at the movies as a kid until I was around 12 or 13 and went with mates. They would have never taken me to a play centre and I don’t remember going anywhere interesting. If I wasn’t pretending I was a radio host and recording my ‘show’ on my tapedeck I was riding my bike or just flat out sitting in the street with the other kids.
I yearn to live on a quiet no through road so my kids can be kicked outside – but even if we did – would there even be other kids to play with? Would they just bang on the door saying they’re bored anyway?
I was talking to another Mum who said she was sad her child was going back to school (I masked the sharp intake of breath when she told me by coughing). After staring blankly I reminded myself to blink then I asked her if her son was bored at home. She said not really. I asked her what sorcery she did to keep the boredom at bay. She shrugged and said they hung out at home a lot. After more probing because I felt she was sitting on the secret to life itself, she said he spends a lot of time on the iPad and PlayStation.
Kids love screens. It happens in every house and I think if there’s a parent out there that says it doesn’t take effort to keep them off a screen, they’re lying.
Because we’re tightasses our kids don’t have iPads, but they have a tv and I’m pretty sure they love it more than me. I started thinking, is this what has caused my kid’s boredom? Ruining them with tv? But then I had access to a tv of my own growing up & besides video hits, monkey magic and when I was older, Degrassi junior high, I really didn’t have an interest in it. TV was what was boring. Finding a dead fox with your mates and poking it with a stick was far more entertaining.
I wonder if because I came from a generation where most of us kids did nothing during the school holidays except make our own fun, had I gone the other way and felt I needed to give my kids ‘more’? Had I built the rod for my own back by starting them off when they were small by thinking we had to do stuff all the time?
I’m not sure. Possibly. All I know is I don’t want kids that act ‘entitled’. Maybe I need to take them to find a dead fox and a stick…