Parenting

This post was shared by one of my friends and I decided to share it on my blog today.

💡While there is little you can do about your ancestors, there is something that you can do about your descendants. One thing that prevents a man from being a good father is that he hasn’t completed being a boy. To be in your childrens’ memory tomorrow, you have to be in their lives’ today. Having children doesn’t make you a father. Raising them does.

💡There are many of us who were raised up in unstable families but we don’t have to pass it on to our children. We don’t have to fight in the presence of our children. We can choose to shield their emotions from our disputes as adults.

💥To a large extent, you are a product of your early relationships

💡Unstable parents most times create insecure children. Stable parents most times raise stable children. Children need affection (hugs,), attention (listening) and affirmation (positive words), every day. When a man loves his wife, it creates security and stability. The best gift a father can give his children is to love their mother.

💥Children learn how to handle feelings, losses, failure and conflicts at home.

💡Regrettably, parenting can neither be delegated nor suspended for a while as we work for the ring of fame and fortune. The growth of children is irreversible. Like a young tree, it takes the bends directed by the gardener, so is the life of a child. You can’t shape it in adulthood; you can’t pick it from where you left after you reach the top in your career pursuits.

💥It’s always easier to model young boys than to rehabilitate grown up men.

💡If you invest in your child, you don’t have to invest for your child. Children require presence not presents. No amount of gifts and meeting financial obligations can replace your personal presence. Any written will can be torn in a few years after the demise of the writer of the will.

💥The only sure inheritance that you can leave behind is the investment you make IN your child not FOR your child.

#Shalom

Reminiscing About My Childhood

Out and about with play mates and friends
Cooking food with sand and empty can containers,
Role play games, hide and seek, racing and beauty contests;
With my siblings and my mum
Gathered around on the table having family funtime
While playing scrabble, ludo, monopoly
Or the card game we called “What”;
Running down the street amidst heavy downpours
Splashing, chasing, laughing while drenched;
Trips and falls, injuries and tears, empty threats and sulkings;
Boy crushes, girl fans, friendships and loyalty fights
Reconciliations amidst reluctance to apologise;
Invitations to birthdays, christenings and weddings
In smart outfits of pink lacy dresses;
Jolly adventurous trips with my playmates
Chatting, giggling, running and playing pranks
Hoping to be back home before sundown;
Cousins, aunties, uncles, friends, sleep-overs
Eavesdropping to embellished grown-up gossips;
Splashes of gifts and toys from my dad;
Dressing up in my mum’s clothes, shoes and makeup
Eager to be a grownup and “just have fun”;
Sibling fights and cuddles, school days and holidays
Eating my meal and gulping down drinks in a jiffy
In order to watch the next episode of movies and soaps-
Knight Rider, Wonder Woman, Superman, Star Wars, Danger Mouse,
The Rich Also Cry, Lady of the Rose, Cock Crows at Dawn, etc;
Sitted and hurdled around “I-know-it-all” grownups
As they shared spicy exaggerated folktales with rhyming chants
About the clever tortoise and the ever greedy lion;

The list goes on and on and on, memories of my childhood is sweet, and very endearing…

But one there is one thing I don’t miss about my childhood-
Being told to stop watching the television and go bed
Because the next day was school!

Nevertheless, I wouldn’t trade all these memories for anything less and I do hope I give my children something sweeter and better.💝💝

Daily Prompt: Invitation

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Dancing in the rain…

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Some Asian children playing in the rain.

Looking at this picture, it reminded me of how as a child, I used to play in the rain with my friends. We ran up and down the little street in shorts and dresses; we jumped, screamed, danced, played, splashed and did whatever silly thing that came to our minds. I know many of us who were born in the 70s and 80s will relate to this and will agree with me that it was fun!

Weekly Photo Challenge: Fun!
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A Trip Down Memory Lane

I took a trip to my childhood town, just to relive some childhood memories and probably to satisfy my curiosity on what has gone on so far. To my utter surprise, the town has undergone a total transformation since I was there 19yrs ago, I was about 9yrs old then.

I parked my car in the parking lot of a mall that have now replaced Billy the Bulldog’s farmland, which used to be there before. Quite a big mall though, thronging with customers. Whatever happened to Billy the Bulldog such that his farmland wasn’t there anymore. Money problems? Death in the family? What of his family? I wondered.

As I walked down the street, the next house to Billy’s was owned by an old lovely couple, Peter and Jane. Nana Jane, as we used to call her then, used to make the best apple crumble you could ever taste. Now instead, in its place was a local bank built on the site. Opposite theirs were the houses of my childhood friends- Mimi, Luke, Stella & Sam the twins, Julie and Bobby. We were such a pack in those days, with sleepovers, birthday parties, tree-top houses as well as makeshift tents on the lawns, it was fun. Nostalgic tears bubbling up in my eyes as I stood there reminiscing. My best friend was Stella and I had a crush for her brother Sam; I’d giggle and laugh at every joke he’d said no matter how dumb it was. In place of their houses now is a local grocery store, a petrol station, a Barbershop, a newsagent, another local bank with atm services. What a line up!

Standing at where our house used to be is now a restaurant/cafe. What a transformation! I soliloquised. Well, 19yrs is pretty much a long time, why the grumble? I rationalised.

Daily Prompt: Transformation, Childhood

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