I Have A Question

I have always said that the best conversations with my boys have taken place in the car.

There is no TV, no radio and a whole world is passing by us.  There is a lot for them to see, hear and think about.

This is how the car dialogue went the other day:

4 year old:  What is the sun made of?

A long silence, I was having a mental block.

Finally, 8 year old:  Did you know that the sun is actually a star not a planet?

Which was enough to pacify his little brother.  Thank goodness because I didn’t have an answer and knew that I would have to refer to Internet whe we got home.  I am now sure that without the advantage of the Internet, that my parents made up a lot of stuff.

Parents have to answer loads of questions asked by inquisitive little minds.  Here are some other questions asked that week:

Why is the moon following us?

What is for dinner?

Where are my rugby boots/school cap/sneakers/homework/library books?  (Usually all at the same time and five minutes before we need to leave for school.)

Why do Indian women wear jewelry on their foreheads?

Can we get a dog?

Is that car beeping at you?

Why do I need to take a shower?

What is 7×7 again?

The number one question asked several times that week…Mom where are you? Or just MOM??!!!





Good Old Fashion Fun

Our 4 year old is a great believer of good old fashion fun!

When he is not hopping, skipping, jumping, running, cycling or chatting up our neighbors…he can be found throwing the ball, bike riding, hop-scotching or doing hand stands.

He is not enticed by new age electronic devices.  He can easily find a number of ways to entertain himself (and us).

It’s exhausting fun, but good fun.

So turn off the TVs and computers and put down those Ipads and Blackberries and get back to having some good old fashion fun.



1 Thing

Lost tooth!Our 8 ½ year old finally lost his front tooth. Yes, very late for most kids.

2 days before making the decision of having it professional pulled by the dentist, the tooth became loose on its own.

3 different friends informed him that there is no Tooth Fairy.

1 thing our son believes to be true: that everyone has a little something inside them that wants to do good for others. Why wouldn’t this fairy fly around the world bringing joy to kids?

He still believes in: Santa, Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy.

I hope that he will always believe in: the good in all people.

Letters Make Words

Childrens' Rugby TeamOur 4-year-old is learning letters; big letters, small letters, straight letters, curvy letters and how when put together they make up words. So the other day, when we were writing letters on our chalkboard, this came up:

Augustin: These are letters.

Mum: Letters make words.

Caius: And words make up stories.

Leave to Caius to make such a simple statement with an incredible punch. I am also amazed by what little boys say to me, but I know my little boy didn’t come up with this on his own, this is something he has heard from either me, his teacher, or on an episode of Ben Ten.

Which means that they are not just hearing the words I am saying, but they are actually listening to me…

…which got me to thinking about the words I choose, how I choose to use them and the incredible power I have to teach my little boys to choose the right words when telling their stories…

…which then got me thinking about Caius’ last rugby match. He is playing front row center (hooker) for his school’s U9’s rugby team (if you are confused, all these words were a new language to me as well, stick with me I will try to explain).

We have always tried to teach our children the basics, to demonstrate kindness: Don’t push, hit, grab, or tackle anyone.

When playing rugby kindness has nothing to do with it.

If you are like me and are completely unfamiliar with the game of rugby, it goes a little something like this: when playing offense the players are encouraged to get the ball (often by ripping it out of their opponent’s hands), run fast (often while using their free hand to push their opponent out of the way), and score points for their team, which is called a try not a goal.

When playing defense, you are to run after your opponent who has the ball and stop him from scoring a try (often by grabbing them, knocking them to the ground and then ripping the ball out of their hands, which then offense begins again).

As an enthusiastic parent, whose only want is to have her little boy perform well, I got a little caught up in the excitement of the game. I was happily cheering the boys on, when all of the sudden, I found myself shouting “GET HIM!” and then I promptly added “BRING HIM DOWN!”

Who was this person shouting?

I was surprised how quickly my words of encouragement turned into fighting words.

I tried to listen what was being shouted around me, but it just seem as foreign to me as the game I was watching.

So I quickly decided that I would just shout out “GO, GO, GO” whenever our team had the ball, until I pick up some better lingo.

On the rugby field, I am just a mom who wants her little boy to play his best (and avoid being at the bottom of the heap of boys in a scrum), but what I need to remember is that my little boys are not just hearing me, they are listening to me.

A fellow rugby mom said these wise words to me, “You don’t need to say a word to know that someone who loves you is there to support you.”

Well enough, but if the spirit of the game overwhelms you, don’t keep it back, always SHOUT out your WORDS of ENCOURAGEMENT.