After doing an hour of algebra homework with the ten year old I take her to bed to say goodnight, and observe that her room is very like her equations… “Sloppy?” she asks delightedly. “There’s a lesson in this” I said, “but good luck finding it in such a messy room”.
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Gayby Baby is freely available at the moment on SBS by Demand. I recommend it because it’s incredibly charming. It follows the lives of four kids whose parents are gay. As they each move into puberty, the outside world of Australia is debating the issue of marriage equality, and whether or not kids of same-sex families are at risk.
My children watched it with us and were completely transfixed. Then they laughed and rolled their eyes because “these mums are exactly like you”. So much feminist parenting, so much.
Tender hearted six year old fed the hens for me but couldn’t watch them for long because “too sad seeing them fight”. He, who spends his mornings bickering with his sister. I tried to reassure him that they’re hierarchical animals and that there is plenty of food for all but he was nearly in tears recalling how he’d tried to instill fairness down there.
1. This morning was perfect: the six year old crawled into my bed first thing, as he generally does for a cuddle when I’m awake but sorta meditating but sorta just thinking because I’m not good at meditation, and then he fell asleep against me.. and so this morning was even better because after I’d basked in the sweetness of him sleeping I got up and the ten year old and I had breakfast as just us, and we talked about nearly everything, in the kind of way that you can only do as two people together.
2. Cormac, the five year old making sense of his good fortune when his health-conscious mother bought him McDonald’s fries on today’s road trip – “Mum it’s ok because a) you were really, really hungry, b) there weren’t many other options, c) you didn’t want complaining kids all the way home and d) you just …couldn’t help it”. (Am not as judgey as Cormac makes me sound. I love hot chips).
3. The ten year old, Lauca, who comes from politically obsessed Labor families on both sides confessed to secretly testing herself on the voting compass. Me: really? Did you manage to understand the policy trade-offs being asked? Her: I think so. (Guilty expression). But I came out more a Greens voter. Me: We all do.
4. Cormac (age 5): When I grow up I’m going to be a parent who stays home with the baby.
C: Actually no. My partner will look after the baby.
Me: What will you do?
C: Go to Bunnings and pick up some stuff.
Lauca (age 9): Have you asked your partner about that?
C: I haven’t met her yet.
L: Good luck making that relationship last.
5. Tucked Lauca, the nine year old into bed. Asked her what’s this latest book she’s been reading all night. Siblings Without Rivalry. A parenting book I bought and meant to read ages ago. “It has some good ideas but I don’t know how much you’ll find they can apply to Cormac and I”, she said.
6. Cormac lost his second tooth tonight and is insisting on cleaning it with toothpaste before putting it out for the tooth fairy. Never too late to fake cleaning your teeth regularly.
7. Me: Cormac, go and clean your teeth. Cormac: All you are about is cleaning teeth and looking pretty.
Cormac in the Gallery of Modern Art.
More thoughts from me on art for kids (everyone).