Travelling with kids, while the UK warns “attack may be imminent” , isn’t ideal. But we cannot let fear rule our lives, so taking extra security measures, a safety conversation between my husband and I, and so much extra awareness of our surroundings, we decided to go about our trip to London.
I grew up in a generation where the teacher’s word was final. It didn’t matter what excuses you made, your parents believed and trusted the teacher when they said that you hadn’t been doing your homework, you had been disruptive, or that the detention they gave you was merited. It seems all those children have grown up with resentment. All those years of being ignored, not trusted, not given the benefit of a doubt… now, together they rise to stand up against the teacher. Continue reading “Raising a smart kid starts at home!”
Sitting in Victoria’s room, rocking her gently and singing to her as she slowly shuts her eyes. It is quiet. Just the sound of classical music with the faint sound of waves coming from her sound machine. And then, from upstairs…
When James was born, I knew I wouldn’t be the type of mother that needs to follow every rule and guideline. Our parents raised us without the internet so I was sure I could figure it out. Having said that there are a few things I wish I knew and decided I’d do differently with Victoria.
Although I am late, this is my first post of the year and I thought it should be meaningful. I decided to focus on a topic that I have been meaning to write about for some time now, but was not sure how to execute. I am not a psychologist, a doctor or an expert in any field. The only things I can comment on with certainty are the experiences I have gained and learned from throughout my life.
As a child, I have attended different schools that placed me amongst very different groups of people. My elementary school was an Armenian school, where I was surrounded by people of the same culture, who spoke the same language, ate the same food and pretty much looked the same too. You can say we were placed in a bubble, one that I am grateful for because it allowed me to learn about my heritage, speak a third language fluently and find my own identity as an Armenian. Yet, despite the fact that we were all of the same background, there were a few that had no problem creating their “cliques” and alienating others. Why was it that some children have no problem poking fun at others for their weight, the colour of their skin, their slightly larger nose, while others, like myself, would feel an immense amount of guilt for thinking it, or regret it immediately if I said it out loud? Continue reading “Raising kind children #Anti-bullying”
Having attended an all-girl catholic high school, a lot of emphasis was placed on manners, and opening doors for people was one of them.
Before I had my children and was forced to carry luggage and strollers everywhere I went, I never put much thought into the importance of this simple courtesy.
Today, I was walking out of a Starbucks with my sleeping baby in her stroller. It was one of those double glass doors where you have to push the door open with your left arm, hold it there, and push the stroller forward with your other arm. Then, reach to grab the second set of doors while keeping your foot as a door stop for the first door. Then use your third arm to continue pushing the stroller and somehow make it through. All while, rolling your “city stroller” over winter mats, hoping your baby stays asleep through this 4.7 richter earthquake. So, as I was reaching the end of this acrobatic defeat, and pushing through the second door, a man walks right through and thanks me for holding the door open for him. Continue reading “Common Courtesy – Do you open doors for others?”
When my son started daycare, it was not an easy transition. I was 4 months pregnant and I knew that this had to be done now. I knew once my daughter was born I would need some time alone with her, and I feared that if I wait, James would think he is being sent away because of her. I wanted to keep these two major milestones (the arrival of his baby sister, and the start of daycare) separate in order to give him time to adjust.
Until his enrolment at the daycare, James was always with me and I knew this would not be an easy step for him. A mama’s boy with major separation anxiety, use to his bed, his blanky and his routine; but we had spent the last winter cooped up inside and I felt he needed more stimulation, interaction and exercise.
Words cannot express how much I love you. As I watch you nestled comfortably in a deep sleep. I wonder about all the years you have ahead of yourself –an entire lifetime.
Surely, you will come across some hardship and I wish I could mend all your little heartbreaks but there will be things that I can teach you and things you will have to learn by yourself and through your mistakes. Though, if I can just put into words a few things that matter so much to me, I hope that you can someday read this and take these words to heart.