On Reflection, The Holidays

True Halloween story: Bronnie and his demon childhood toy

When Bronnie died, he left behind a teddy bear he was given at birth in 1957 – and that thing is bloody scary with a capital F.

I went along with Bronson for years, telling the children the affectionate story of how that bear (thing) was given to their father when he was a day old, blah, blah, blah, and just how very special it was to him. (But I knew the tide was turning the first time one of my bunch asked innocently: “Why doesn’t Daddy’s bear have a name, Mummy?”)

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The Holidays

Trying to find the thanks in Thanksgiving

This will be the first Thanksgiving I have spent alone.

And before anyone thinks about jumping in their car to come and relieve any perceived suffering, I don’t mean alone in that walk around the apartment in your son’s boxer shorts snorting Cherry Garcia ice-cream kind of way. (Not that I’ve done that.)

And there was some wild thinking around 3am when the good drugs had worn off about transporting myself and surprising one of the four children – all of whom are scattered across different parts of this globe. But which to choose? The one on the oil rig, the two on different campuses or the one in a fancy schmancy city office?

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The Holidays

Good news, the Easter Bunny didn’t die on the cross. Phew!

In a lively debate (argument) this week, a group of us parents were weighing up the pros and cons of telling children the truth about The Easter Bunny. When was too young to let the little people know that the confectionery conferring rabbit was a con?

Meanwhile, a study has revealed a generation of children (and parents) with no clue of the stories forming the basis of Christianity. Indeed, many children did not know the story of Jesus’ birth, and confused the dude Noah with a character from that other Good Book, Harry Potter.

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