THIS category will include news and reviews of fun things for kids to do. And that means the focus will be firmly on fun not why it's 'good' for them!
Reading this thoughtful post by Tara at Sticky Fingers got me thinking too…
WHAT is it with this clamour for constant "stimulation" for our children through so many "improving" activities?
Have we ever been under more pressure to see them doing something, like every night of the week? How many children do we all know who are signed up for French, piano, trampolining, ballet, gym, disco, tap and finding a cure for the common cold before they're out of nappies?
My daughters now both go to Guides. Melissa also goes to pottery lessons on a Saturday morning and has disco dancing on a Tuesday, while Emily joins her, also on a Tuesday, (how did that happen?) for keyboard lessons. It sounds a lot to me, when I list it like that, but overall (and especially because pottery is really laid back and may not be on from week to week) I hope that' it's still a happy balance.
They love it, that's the main thing. My parents couldn't afford anything like that so I suppose that also influences our decision that they be allowed to go – rather that than sit and watch telly, which if I'm honest, I spent much of my childhood doing.
Yet I remain perturbed by parents who push their children to do more and more.
At least once a week when I dropped two five-year-olds off at school, Billie's mum was there; sitting on the classroom doorstep, book in hand, her daughter reading from it in hushed tones. But this wasn't just any book you understand.
At that time, it was a Level Three Ginn Reader – and I'm reliably informed this was pretty good going for one so tender in years as Billie.
Once at a children's tea party, Billie's mum collared me. "Did you know," she hissed, "there is a free reader in Billie's class?"She almost spat the words. She couldn't contain her jealousy for a little girl who had the audacity to be more advanced in her reading than her daughter.
I'd never actually heard the expression 'free reader' before but took it to mean this extremely bright four-year-old could actually properly try and read anything put in front of her. How marvellous for her and her parents, how proud they must be.
Billie's mum had my card marked as a fellow 'competitive mum', someone whose main function in life is to push their daughters forward academically – even when they have yet to learn to tie their own shoelaces.But I was aghast at her behaviour."You daft idiot," I wanted to yell. "Don't you know it's not a competition?"
But of course that is not what I said. Instead I heard myself tell her that actually one of my daughters was on exactly the same book as Billie, while my other daughter was catching up fast.In fact the teacher had praised my youngest daughter (who is just 10 minutes junior to her sister!) for her 'super' discussion skills earlier that very week.
For some reason, I felt compelled to also reveal this particular nugget of praise to Billie's mum. Allowing myself to boast in this way was a moment of sheer unadulterated horror. It was the first and last time I was going to attempt to keep up with the likes of Billie's mum -and its memory will never fade.
For, not only did I feel a complete fraud by allowing myself to be swept up in her petty superiority complex, I also left myself wide open for a lengthy and detailed description of what an articulate, mathematically competent and all round wonderful human being Billie's older sister was. This woman is one of a long line of boastful and pushy mothers I'd met in my five years as a parent.
There's Alison who gave me a birthday card when her son was not yet two, claiming he had written it – "Sorry about his writing," she said. I looked closer – she had obviously done it with her own (very shaky) left hand.Then there's Martine whose daughter Jayde (sic) was attending dancing, gymnastics, and swimming lessons before she was out of nappies.
Jayde was enrolled into a private school, chosen because of its sporting prowess, at the age of three, and has now progressed to ballet dancing and gym on a Saturday, swimming after school on a Monday, trampolining on a Tuesday and French club on a Wednesday.
She has also 'tried out' tap dancing, horse riding, drama classes, skiing and athletics. I am not exaggerating and the child is not yet six.
I gave up listening when Martine insisted, before my girls had set foot in a classroom, on showing me the files and files of her 'homework' she had kept. (It was in fact little more than a collection of beautiful and colourful childish pictures you see pinned on any family fridge.)
Once at the swimming baths when Jayde was just turned two, Martine insisted she no longer needed arm bands. Five minutes later the little girl was spewing strawberry yoghurt from swallowing too much water after 'going under' so much.
But Martine is still at it. At a mutual friend's house recently, she opened Jayde's 'book bag' in front of at least four other deeply embarrassed mums, to inspect what words she had been given to learn that week, so she could bemoan the teachers for giving her some she already knew.Jayde at this point in time was sat in a huff in the kitchen while her contemporaries whooped and laughed in a bedroom, playing with a Baby Born dolly who could do a 'real wee.'I could have wept for the poor little mite.
So this is a heartfelt plea to all those mums and dads out there with their own little Billies and Jaydes. Stop it now! It's not big and it's not clever! Can't you see what we are all doing to our children by putting so much pressure on them at such an early age?
Don't you want their memories to be filled with laughter, fun and friendship rather than a succession of 'improving' classes?
I am lucky enough to know lots of happy people – we all are. Do you ever wonder where their happiness comes from? It sure as hell isn't from a childhood filled with competition.
If you ever think of your children and ask: 'what do I want for them?' Surely, it's not academic success at the expense of fun.Isn't the answer always, 'I want my children to be happy?"And if that is the case, isn't the solution simple? Let them be.
* Are you a competitive parent or dread turning into one? How many activities do your children do, and why? Please let us know what you think in the comments…
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