When I was a kid I didn't have an Xbox or Wii.
I had a pushbike and a curfew, a.k.a. the street lights.
I lived outside, not inside.
If I didn't eat what my mum made then I didn't eat. I didn't think of telling my mother "no" or dare to talk back (oooh I wish one of mine would, WHOP!!!) Life wasn't hard, it was Life…And I survived!
Repost if you drank water out of a hose and hand sanitizer didn't exist, but you COULD get your mouth washed out with soap for swearing and it wasn't child abuse!! —Facebook meme
MY MOTHER sometimes says that my daughter lives in the past. It’s true that she lives a different life than many other children. Her best friend lives next door. (He’s a boy, but she still adores him.) Rain or shine, they tromp through the backyards to each other’s houses as early as they can. (9 a.m. on the weekends has been the parental decree, and after school unless there are lessons of some kind.)
In bad weather, they play Legos and imagination games at one house till a parent calls the other house for them to come home for dinner. In good weather, it’s outside digging in the dirt or riding scooters till a parent hollers out a window or a kid takes a tumble and needs kisses and Band-Aids.
It is divine. It’s like having a second kid, only I don’t have to have a bedroom for him, or pay for his college. My husband and I finally agreed not to move for now, and it’s mostly because of this friendship.
So if anyone was going to agree with that Facebook meme, it’s probably me. I may have even hit the “like” button the first time I read it.
Then, I actually thought about it.
My girl has a Kinect and had a Wii. She used them on rainy days when her BF was unavailable. It keeps her active and engaged, not sitting mindless watching TV.
And speaking of watching TV, my girl does that too. She had shows that taught her math, how to read, and social lessons like sharing and good sportsmanship. Now she has shows that entertain the whole family, and get her hooked on things that I can use for other purposes.
Sure her curfew isn’t dusk, but it will be. I’m certain that it won’t be long until I’ll be calling her cell as it gets dark to get her home from the , or waiting with fresh cookies for a group of preteens to tromp home after a movie at
She eats what she eats, and I’m learning that that’s OK. We do make her take a single bite of everything we make, and she doesn’t get separate dinners, but if she wants to make a meal of ham, she can. And I’m thrilled that she doesn’t think she has to clean her plate because of starving children. (I never understood what my gluttony would do for kids in Africa anyway.)
She talks back sometimes. And I’m glad. I’m glad she has a strong enough spirit to stand up for herself, and I’m glad she’s careful enough of other people’s feelings to do it without being hurtful. It makes me feel that she’ll politely turn other kids down when they want her to do something she doesn’t think is right.
She doesn’t really live in the past, and I’m thrilled about that. As recently as my own childhood, I don’t think my little hapa girl would have had a very nice childhood, with all the societal racism. Heck, it wasn’t too many years ago that her dad and I wouldn’t have been allowed to marry. I’m grateful that she’ll only ever hear slurs from jerks whose opinions don’t matter.
I’m also grateful for hand sanitizer. (We get sick enough with everything that comes home from school.) I’m grateful for Amber Alerts. I’m grateful for clean drinking water, and that my daughter can swear without my world ending.
When my daughter was a kid, she had an Xbox and a Wii, and still usually would rather play cards. She had a bike and a curfew and a very best friend.
She lived outside and inside, as her whims and the weather allowed. She ate what she liked of what I made, and she learned to trust her body to tell her she was full.
She told me what she thought, even when it was “no,” and talked back when she needed to, and she did it politely most of the time.
She never got hit and didn’t know anyone that did, because the adults around her didn’t accept child abuse.
Life was hard sometimes, because life is always hard…and she thrived!
Repost if your kid’s childhood is better than yours because you bust your ass to make it that way!!! —My meme