It doesn’t really hurt…

Throughout our childhood we will be told about many wonderful, and sometimes scary people and creatures who we will never actually meet.
that we tell our children are just that- innocent.
Make believe ideas such as the Tooth Fairy, Santa Claus, Easter Bunny, Sandman and Monsters Under The Bed give our children someone to look forward to or someone to be wary of.

I don’t think these lies are bad at all, they help our children become the adults of tomorrow, they help to teach them about anticipation, patience, using manners, being well behaved, polite and aware- just to name a few things.

The things I do not agree to lie about would be when their well being is at stake. I do not believe children should lie about people who hurt them- a trusted adult or friend should be informed and then a decision can be made as to if something further should be done.
Children should be taught that it is acceptable and a given that kids should feel safe enough to be completely honest and truthful with their parents.
Good or bad- we as parents should be able to do what we can to direct our children on the right path to make correct decisions in life.

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Reader’s Block! It’s at a stand still!

Being totally engrossed in a book was something I used to absolutely love. Since having children though, my books have just become ornaments gathering dust.

My poor books have been gathering dust for over 11 years now. I used to love thrillers, books that messed with my mind a bit, as well as reference books.

My bookshelf is choc-a-block of books from my childhood that I can’t bear to part with, books that are over 100 years old, home butchery books, cooking books, art and craft books as well as reference books on how to look after most types of domestic pets.

When reading, I don’t like to be disturbed, I love to grab a book, get comfortable and lose myself for hours on end.
I used to love reading an entire book in a single sitting.

This hasn’t been the case over the past almost 12 years though as I have always had (young) children around me.

I do read the stories in magazines. It’s not the same as getting stuck into a book, but it is better than nothing I guess.

Me? Nervous?

It’s the night before a big day and quite honestly, I’m trying to not make a fuss about it at all.

Inside, I’m absolutely shitting myself. On the outside, I try and remain calm and collected. I have to be strong for my kids and family.

The biggest problem I have is if I have to shake someone’s hand. I can’t hide the sweaty palms. That’s the big giveaway of how nervous I am.
Over the years, you learn the tricks of the trade on how to look like nothing bothers you and hide the true fact that inside you’re absolutely shitting yourself.

You do what you have to do to try and be as normal as you can…