I am one of those mums that takes imagination a little OTT. I absolutely love bamboozling the kids into believing that a tooth fairy really walked across their bed, or that Santa and the reindeers really did park in the front yard. and lets not forget those pesky dinosaurs that come to life every November and wreck the house.
I often make the excuse that its me badly prioritising what I really should be doing, but to be honest I don’t feel that way at all. I love going all out in creating these elaborate little scenes that bring about such excitement and wonder in the kids. It is just amazing, their little faces when they wake up and find the dinos have chewed through their cereal and were feasting on their O-Tees, and are now frozen in place and caught red handed. Last year Santa and his messy elves left crumbs all over the sofa and of course glittery snowy footprints all over the floor.
Imagination, creativity and magic and free play is just so important for our kids. There is in my mind no need to teach them how to operate the DVD player, TV or a tablet. Give them a box of crayons and a pile of paper and let them spend ages drawing. Kivesh comes up with the most amazing little scenes, and Thavina… well Thavina scribbles but I’m sure to her its a mermaid or something.
Fostering this sort of excitement and wonder is creating what I hope will be part of their best childhood memories. My little dilemma is when do I realistically end it all?
Kivesh will be 7 in May, Praven feels he is old enough to know the truth about Santa, and many of his friends already know the “truth”. I just feed him more lies (magic), about them being on the naughty list so that’s why their parents have to buy gifts. I don’t want it to end but I know it will have to I just don’t want to kill the magic just yet, there’s too much ugly that can replace it!
Will keep you posted on when the magic ends and how it went down, but for now, magic definitely lives in our home, and don’t you dare tell my kids otherwise 😛
Some tips on how to make your kids childhood magical…
The wrong way (this is a good laugh, and may have some possibilities) : http://the-toast.net/2014/05/28/make-kids-childhood-magical/
The right way : http://utahvalley360.com/2014/01/27/making-childhood-magical/
It’s unreal how excited we as parents get for each and every “milestone” our kids reach, some of them that are more “normal” or appreciated by the greater consensus of parents, like smiling, crawling, talking, walking even pooping in the toilet for the first time. Some of them less normal like first real big nose booger (yeah, I mighta kinda kept Kivesh’s), swearing, eating supper in under an hour, etc. etc.
What I’ve realised over the past few months is that each milestones the kids reach has a butterfly effect milestone for us. I remember a few months back crying at supper, because the kids had eaten, and were happily playing in their room, and I, for the 2nd night in a row, had eaten… wait for it, my supper, sitting down, while it was still hot!!!! Yeah you heard me… hot supper, sitting down, no interruptions!! The reason I cried was all ” Oh! my babies are growing up, look how independent they are, they’re not bugging me 100 times for a sip of water or more tomato sauce….”
The cliché “they grow up so quick” is so incredibly overused, but so incredibly true. Thavina gets a year older every time she comes back from crèche, and Kivesh is constantly referring to things he used to do “when he was a little boy”, dude is 6! It’s definitely sorta sad, especially if you’re 99.99% sure that the um” factory is closed”, that this will be the “last time” for a lot of things, and most are kinda bitter sweet. No more nappies, yay, but say hello to needing to poo 5 minutes into a trip and peeing, Every. Five. Minutes. I look back and miss breast feeding, the closeness of Thavina and being able to shut her up so easily, but do I miss blocked ducts, NO! I miss being able to give them a random bullshit excuse for something, and them just accepting it now I have to go through the Spanish inquisition to get them to accept that we are having spaghetti for supper. I look back and yearn for when they could only sleep with me holding them (I must have that mummy amnesia thing, because I’m sure at the time I wanted to die).
These milestones and other obvious age-related lifestyle changes have led to the previously mentioned “Dawn of a new era”, I no longer need magazines on pregnancy and birthing health, or articles on “Toddler led weaning” and “How to potty train in 3 days” (yeah right). I’m now entering the “A week of nutritious meals”, ” What to pack in their lunchbox”, and ” How to get you (bedroom) groove back” phase. New subscriptions include Your Family, Woman and Home and Good housekeeping (Feminist women…sorry).
And so it goes…
Here’s an enjoyable read on other milestones that don’t often get a mention in the parenting books.