My son, Jay, and I were seated across from each other. Plates of food, sitting before us. Our eyes locked ready for the battle that always ensued when SO, my wife, was late for dinner. “How was school?” I asked like a recording. “Fine,” came the same response as always. “What did you learn today?” […]
It was Father’s Day yesterday, and unlike a lot of fathers out there, I didn’t get any presents or cards. At least no physical presents other than a chocolate lava cake. And since neither my wife, SO, or son, Jay, are big cake eaters, it’s pretty much all mine. The real present they gave me
We see it every day. We go out as a family, whether it’s to have dinner somewhere local, or go to the park, or the local pool, or maybe to the beach. And there are the children with gadgets, their phones or tablets, their eyes fixated on the device in front of them. The world
Jay, my son, has been quite a handful lately. Not wanting to study, refusing to shower at the normal time, being overly aggressive when asked to do something. Refusing and becoming upset at the slightest things. I had no idea what was going on. Then my wife, SO, shed light on his strange behaviour. He
I got home exhausted the other day, Jay had made a mess. He was refusing to do his homework, and hadn’t showered. All he wanted to do was continue playing. He refused every request I made, no matter how I asked him. He was just in that mood where he will contradict everything that’s said
“But all my friends have one” she yelled at the woman who had to be her mother. “I don’t care” she responded, “You’re too young to have your own phone”. “I’m twelve, and everyone else already has one” the girl screams back. Standing there in the middle of the phone shop, the mother and daughter
Jay, my son, is sitting at the table frowning at his Chinese homework, “You can do it if you try”, we tell him. “We believe in you. When you push yourself, you do really well at this”, we continue encouraging him. But then we go too far, “You’re really smart, just take your time and
The other night Jay, my son, SO, my wife, and I were sitting in the kitchen talking and SO was looking through her Pokemon Go app, when she asked a question about what she needed to evolve a certain Pokemon. If you’re not sure what that means, don’t worry it’s not that important for this
It’s been a long day at the office and you’re exhausted. You walk in the front door, and your son (or daughter) is on you. “Mummy, I hurt my foot at school. Can you make it better?”. “Mummy, Bobby teased me.”. You didn’t even get a chance to take your shoes off, and you have
I’ve written before about Jay’s weight, and how he’s been required to go for regular checks with a nutritionist here. If you haven’t checked it out yet, I’ll give you a minute to go and read it. Okay, finished with that? Cool. Anyway, he had another appointment last week, and as a responsible parent I
