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Did I Cave?

Published July 18, 2016 by lynn k scott

I like to consider myself an old-school parent.  I raise my kids with understanding, but don’t tolerate a lot of BS and will call them to the mat when they think they are going to get away with something.  As I only have one child left at home, I still have to temper my views with keeping up with today.

In comes the debate that plagues many of my parent friends:  when do the kids get a cell phone.  My daughter is 10.5, very mature for her age, and up to a few months ago, a snowball in hell had a better chance of not melting than she did in getting a cell phone before she was a teenager.

If you ask her, I’m the “mean” parent. I do most of the rule enforcement, handle school issues, run the household and put up with very little.  Heck, she even nicknamed me, “the funsucker”.  No lie…go ahead and laugh.  I did and thought…right on…I’m doing my job as a mom making her into a responsible kid.

Lately, my lil miss has been helping out with the dogs; getting them on and off their leashes for potty breaks, cleaning up after them, cuddling with my 3 year old pup, who thinks he’s 8 months old again.  She helps in the kitchen, does her assigned chores without much complaining, and is really a pretty good kid.

When I decided we weren’t going to homeschool and I put her in a very small, but private school, that meant, I didn’t really have sitters on hand.  Now, because school is out for 5 more (loooooong) weeks, she hangs out at my office with me.  I have some friends who take her from time to time, but she’s with me 90% of the time.  I know she gets bored.  So, she takes my phone to keep herself entertained.  I know what she’s watching and she knows I know.

That being said, I wanted my phone back.  However, it’s easier for her to be less disruptive if she can call into my private office and I can go to her versus her coming to me.  So, I told her dad we were getting her a phone.  By, “we”, I meant me.  Now, I’m still paying for my phone.  I wasn’t about to be doing the same for a 10-year old…heck no!

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Did my research and I was able to add a Go-Phone to my plan.  So for $80, she received an 8 Gig phone with a 5 megapixel camera.  It’s a Samsung and it’s not too bad, but a good “starter” phone.  However, there are several stipulations that go with this new phone.  Remember, I’m the “mean” mom.

  • She no longer gets an allowance.  She was getting $3.00/week if all her chores were completed.  Well, that’s about what her monthly phone bill will be so, I pay that.  She must continue to do all her chores.
  • She must maintain good grades.  She is a good student, but has to work for it.  She tries to slack off.  For spelling test, “I got this, Mom”.  She honestly thinks she will learn through osmosis or something.  Yup, she flunks a spelling test or doesn’t study to my satisfaction, she will lose the phone for a week at a time, so she can concentrate.
  • Lastly, attitude.  She’s a female, pre-pubescent (Lord, HELP ME!) and she’s my daughter and becoming well versed in sarcasm.  So, when the attitude goes awry, her phone goes away.

She has to turn in the phone every evening before going to bed.  Her phone stays with my phone.  There will be no staying up playing games, when she should be sleeping.  I think this will enhance her responsibility.  Oh, and this was the way I got out of thinking about her having a hamster.  That alone was worth the $80, if you ask me.

So did I cave?  Naw….I don’t think I did.  I think getting your child a cell phone is really dependent upon your family dynamics and the child in question.  As their parent, you can only decide when the time is right.

 

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My friend’s son

Published February 12, 2016 by lynn k scott

One of my daughter’s Godmothers, has two boys, ages 5 and 7.  I am always getting updates on the 5 year old and the status of her ever-greying hair.

This morning, she shares a conversation that her 5-year old initiated.

Son:  “Mom.  When my ‘totoy’ get big, it’s showing off its muscles”.

Now, I’m not going to go into the scientific definition of ‘totoy’.  Just know that it’s a male appendage, just south of the torso.

His mom, my friend, had no response other than almost dying.  I, on the other hand, busted out laughing, almost hysterically.

You have to appreciate how kids think and then choose to express themselves.  Their perspective is completely original and they aren’t shy about sharing.

Thank you to whomever created hair dye.  The moms of the world appreciate you!

A Funny “TMI”

Published February 3, 2016 by lynn k scott

I rarely share information like this, but I shared it with a friend who encouraged me to blog about it.  It’s a “you gotta be kidding me” moment that I will bet most moms will laugh at and can completely relate to in one way or another.

It’s been a hectic morning, both at home (before I left for the office) and now at the office. It may only be Wednesday, but I swear this day is trying for a repeat performance of Monday.

I decide it’s time for a restroom break (no it’s not going to get gross).  I grab a pantyliner from my purse and bring it with me to the restroom.  If you’re a male and clueless as to what a pantyliner is, ask Google, if you don’t want to ask your wife or girlfriend.

I unwrap the pantyliner and discover that it has a beautiful pattern of purple glitter all over it.  Obviously, there’s no way I can use it; not like it was a necessity anyway.  I discard it and carry on.

I sit and ponder for a moment.  Why is there trace amounts of purple glitter in my purse? What did my daughter give me to hold that glitter-fied my purse?  How long has it been there?  Why haven’t I noticed it before?  What else (in the purse) is all sparkly now?

It’s hard enough being a woman at times.  When your child(ren) decide to “help” you, even unintentionally, it can be just that more challenging to get through the day.

So while purple is my favorite color, I think I’ll keep the glitter away from sensitive body parts.

Homeschooling Moment

Published January 14, 2016 by lynn k scott

This “memory” popped up on my Facebook page and I laughed just like I did when this first happened.  Kids…lol

Homeschooling moment:

Finished history unit on George Washington becoming the first President. Unit questions in the back. As usual, my daughter keeps it interesting.

Me: Where does the current President live?

Lil Miss: *omitting the word “current”* She responds, “the grave”. (Thinking about GW)

Me: ummm….true….smh

Yup…she noticed!

Published January 6, 2016 by lynn k scott

This morning as the lil miss and I were leaving the office to head out to drop off at school, she looks up at me and says, “Mom?  Did you brush your hair today?”

It’s not role reversal; I assure you.  It’s my daughter’s way of indirectly saying, “Mom, your hair looks like crap today.  I am noticing you didn’t dry or straighten your hair today.  You let its natural body make uneven waves and stray strands do as they please.”

I affirmed I had indeed brushed my hair and told her some days I just don’t feel like “doing” my hair.  That’s allowed, right?  Hell, I am 44 years old now.  My hair, and I, can pretty much do what we damned well please.

I find it ironically humorous, this child will notice my hair, but I practically have to ground her to make her take a shower just to keep hers clean!  Oh to be a nine-year old child and able to judge the fashion-challenged parents of the world.  How I do miss that ability!

The morning drive

Published January 6, 2016 by lynn k scott

My daughter rides into work with me every morning as her school is in the same city as my job.  She spends about 45 minutes in my office in the morning and about 1.5 hours in the afternoon.

During our morning drives, we have some interesting conversations.  As I turned onto the last road that would take me into the office parking lot, I looked at the sky and said, “it’s almost 7:30 a.m. and it looks as if the sun is about to set”.  We are having a good bout of rain, grey skies, wind, the works.  It’s a gloomy day to be sure.

My daughter looks at the same sky, looks across the field and says, “it looks like the town is about to be destroyed.”

Wait!  What?  I didn’t get the ominous vibe she apparently did.  It’s amazing how different perspectives can be when there is a 34 year age gap.

I guess I should forget starting a fire in the fireplace tonight and nix the hot chocolate since my lil miss is thinking along the Doomsday line.  Kids…they say the darndest things!

She Got Me

Published January 1, 2016 by lynn k scott

The lil miss just got me good.  We are in the car, listening to music and I say…

“This is John Lennon.  He was with the Beatles.”

She looks at me, shakes her head and says, “DLO”.

I thought maybe she meant I was delusional and couldn’t spell it.  So I ask, “what’s DLO?”

She smiles and says, “spell it backwards”.

I do and start laughing…DLO = OLD. 

Creative appoints awarded to the soon-to-be pre-teen.  Damn she’s good!

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