Gibberish Generation

Accepting a less perfect parenting standard

My parenting standards are high – it’s the execution of those standards that can sometimes let me down. And I am admitting this to give hope, or at least immediate solace, to new or inexperienced parents who set themselves the impossible task of getting it right all the time. Hell, getting it right at any point is where my parenting bar eventually ended up.

It began with breast feeding. For a child no bigger than a half bag of boiled sweets, my first baby girl fed like a blue whale. Blue whales, the largest animals on earth (I think), can apparently eat up to 8 tons of food per day. In a Man vs Food contest, my money would have gone on the little whale constantly attached to my human teet. Bear that in mind for this next bit.

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Gibberish Generation, On Reflection

Expressions of love that bind

My children know not to buy me ‘stuff,’ be it Valentine’s, birthday, Thanksgiving, Christmas or anniversaries.

They were broken of the habit the Christmas I discovered a couple of sacks of gifts for them they had not even missed. From that Christmas onwards the children received one gift from me and Bronnie, and friends and family were discouraged from buying them stuff that wasn’t somehow useful or needed. (No, the children did not suffer. Suffering is not having enough food to eat or shoes to walk to school.)

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Gibberish Generation

After exam results, there’s one thing I know for sure

When we were 15 or 16 it was hard to imagine we could feel any worse than when preparing for exams, sitting them, then living through a long Summer to the eventual big day of exam results.

Then off we would traipse to the school with our shiny anticipation, convincing ourselves en route that talking to our mates for two years during Applied Physics and not applying ourselves to the subject (at all), would somehow produce an ‘A’ grade by the time we arrived at the school gates and its dreaded results board.

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Gibberish Generation

Michael Gove, are you a man or a mouse when it comes to what our children read?

Michael Gove, of mice or men?

If Michael Gove, Education Secretary, has banned American literature from our children’s exam syllabuses that’s not good. However,  if somewhere in this media circus someone is suggesting a widening of the curriculum outside of the usual fare of (yawn) ‘Of Mice And Men’ (John Steinbeck) and ‘To Kill a Mockingbird’ (Harper Lee)…well okay.

Come on, I was studying those texts when GSCEs were ‘O’ Levels and teachers could rap you over the knuckles with six rulers taped together. (Yeah, that happened.)

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