We’re walking through the local mall, and looking down, I realise my son, Jay, isn’t next to me anymore. My heart plummets, my pulse is racing, as I spin on the spot, eyes searching, body moving in to overdrive as panic overwhelms me. It only takes a moment to find him, looking in the window […]
It seems like a strange question, doesn’t it? We spend so much time telling our children to be honest, that it seems counterintuitive for us to turn around and teach them to lie. After all, how many of us want our kids lying to us? Recently though, I came across a video that suggests we
It’s one of those things that parents want to use, but using time-outs effectively doesn’t always seem to be within our grasp. How long should they be? Where should we put them? Are we doing anything right? Why doesn’t it seem to be working like it’s supposed to? It’s something that my wife, SO, and
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
