Forgotten Viola

I’m not the best mother, nor am I the worst. I’d describe myself as a mixture of super and sub-standard. The go-to mum for parent helper on the school trips but the mother who can’t find a comb to present a tidy child for the school day. I’ve given up on tucking his shirts in  (he untucks when he goes to the little boys room anyway).  Last week I gave him a half eaten black banana for his play piece. In my defence I have to get six children out of the door on time in the morning and I occasionally (all the time) chuck stuff in his bag quickly. Here is a little poem about my parenting mishaps:

Forgot your viola

and sponsorship form

Forgot it was sports day

so you didn’t have the right gear on

I’m a disaster of a mother –

I am.

 

Forgot your inhaler

The brown one, sorry hun.

Forgot to mark that homework

so your teacher thinks it’s undone

I’m not the best mam out there –

I’m not.

 

I always remember

Hugs and pecks on lips;

Bedtime tuck ins, listening to

your same old scripts.

I’m a hopeless case some days –

but I’m yours.

 

Confusing Messages

Advice for the Young Child

Shhh.

Not now, just wait.

I’m trying to work

and I can’t think straight.

 

Careful!

Don’t drop that cup.

You’ll spill all the milk –

I’ll have to clean up

 

Stop!

Don’t run ahead.

You’re too fast for me,

walk slower instead.

 

Gentle!

You play too rough.

It’ll all end in tears

and I’ve had enough.

 

Attention!

You’re dreaming again!

You won’t pass that test;

what will you do then?

Advice for the Adolescent

Speak!

Please use your voice.

Give your opinion

or you won’t get a choice.

 

Relax!

Stop stressing out.

Must live a little;

stop living in doubt.

 

Run!

Pick up your speed!

You must try harder

or you won’t take the lead.

 

Fight!

Don’t be their prey.

If you don’t fight back

you’ll just fade away.

 

Imagine

where you could go.

If you never dream

then you’ll never know.

(Un)helpful Advice

via Daily Prompt: Criticize

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I have friends with children who often come across overly-critical relatives/friends/random folk in shops,  who believe their advice is best.  I’m sure they often mean well, but many friends have felt like failures because they feel they aren’t doing the parenting thing right.  Here is a poem to reflect this scenario:

 

No bottles love, the breast is best!

When baby sleeps, you must have rest.

He’s only small, don’t let him cry.

You must ensure that nappy’s dry.

No wipes on him, his skin in new.

You can’t do that, I thought you knew.

Not walking yet, I’d check that out.

Oh naughty boy, he must not shout!

You need to clean, house is a mess

You must calm down, he’ll sense your stress

He bit again, need that to stop.

Look there he goes, another strop!

When back to work, you must be bored?

You’ve fancy stuff you can’t afford.

Her down the road, she’s never home.

Her mother’s got those kids alone.

You’re such hard work, what’s wrong with you?

I’m not allowed to say what’s true!

Not critical, just good advice!

You’ve hurt me now, you’re never nice!

 

I’m fortunate that I have an amazing mother who doesn’t get offended if I take or leave her advice. I often leave it 🙂

 

 

Bully

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You think it’s fine to punch

and slap and kick

and spit?

You feel like such a big man.

Hard as nails –

I get it.

 

He didn’t want to fight.

Scared and frozen

to the spot.

You went back to get some more;

big tough guy –

he’s distraught.

 

I taught him gentle hands.

Be kind and nice –

don’t hit.

But things are gonna change now –

had enough

of your shit.

 

He’s started sparring training.

Self-defence will be his saviour.

He’ll fight

against you bullies –

so think twice about

behaviour.

 

If you dare touch him again,

don’t think I’ll let it go.

Be afraid

when you’re alone.

I’ll ensure your

debts don’t grow.

What we Teach our Children

TANKA

 

Please son, always be

compassionate, kind and true.

Loving, thoughtful too.

Whilst caustic, hostile bigots

are celebrated in view.

 

Tonight I attended my sons parents night. He’s doing great academically but needs to work on handwriting and he’s a dreamer.   What I was most proud of is that he’s a nice little guy. He has a sense of humour and is full of empathy for others. Always the first to offer help if someone is struggling in class.  If he wasn’t doing well academically but tried and was a kind considerate child then I’d still be as proud.

I didn’t want to go into politics, but it’s been playing on my mind. In my home life and work life as a childminder, I prioritise empathy and consideration for others. Intimidation, threatening behaviour, bullying and intolerance are dealt with and the affect on others explained. Kindness, compassion and helping others are encouraged. This is just decent behaviour though, isn’t it? The way most people are brought up?  To be nice and caring and truthful.

I’ve been watching the American election coverage out of my sons view recently. So many clips of Trump using hateful language had me worried that he’d view this as acceptable behaviour.

Now that Trump is moving in to the White House I suppose I better get used to seeing him on my screen. My boy knew who he was and had seen him; but today watched a few clips and we’ve discussed what our views are of him. We’ve told him that some adults don’t use very nice words or actions to talk about others.  That even though he has a powerful job now, it’s still not acceptable to act in this way towards others.

It’s great to live in a democracy and half of America are happy with the result at the moment. Trump is now (probably) the most powerful man in the world.  He’s managed to get the top job without showing any of the qualities I encourage my son and other children to possess.  I hope children don’t begin to think that this language and hate filled behaviour is the mark of a successful person.

I live in Scotland. Trump loves Scotland and his mother was from the Scottish Highlands. Most of Scotland doesn’t love Trump though.