Do you remember being sent to your room as a child for time out, and being happy or sad?
I was always happy as it meant I could go and read and maybe the jobs would be done by my other siblings before I was allowed out!
However mum caught on to this pretty quickly so at times I would be sent to my brother’s room which had nothing in it I liked in it.
Times have now changed and we have so many cool gadgets for kids in this Tech savvy world that I wonder how they feel if sent to their room for time out or to go to sleep at night? Is it a haven or a hazard?
Do you allow your child to read before bed or play with the ipad? Do they watch movies or play games whilst in bed and is this a soothing down time before sleep?
We are, as adults probably just as guilty of phones by the bed, TV’s in the bedroom and ipads at the ready when we go to sleep or wake up but does it really help us wind down?
We didn’t allow our children to have a TV in the bedroom when they were growing up as we thought they would become anti social and forget how to sit as a family and laugh at shows together.
My favourite way to go to sleep is still reading a good book, tucked under the covers with the soft glow of a bedside light and so do my daughters!
I would like to think we can all have some quiet areas for both our children and ourselves that we can retreat to at the end of a day, to just relax and unwind as it really doesn’t matter how young or old you are we all need some warm nurturing homely rooms to enjoy!
Do You Remember Playing Outside?
I read an article last week about the stats on what we as parents allow our children to do compared to maybe 20 years ago and it got me thinking back to my childhood and that of my children.
I was, I think a lucky child who grew up spending my childhood in a number of different countries meting new friends at new schools and learning different ways to play and boy was I a tomboy!
I was a dare devil who would match anyone or even “up” them in the dare stakes and as a result have the scars to prove it!
My brothers will tell you about the hair raising things I dared them to do and the scars THEY have to show for those antics. My sisters stayed clear and became great cooks and knitters!
When my children came along we were lucky enough to live in the outer suburbs of Melbourne where we still have some dirt roads, lots of parks and walking tracks and big back yards.
My boys would be itching for school holidays as it meant meeting with friends and building a cubby house or a bike jump ramp in the nearby reserve. My girls were a couple of years younger and would sometimes tag along but more often than not were happy to play on the trampoline for hours and I mean hours!
Now when I talk about nearby I mean a 5-10 min bike ride away on a walking track.
They would head of often with a spade, wood and any other pieces they thought useful. Oh the number of household tools we lost over the years!
The deal was they had to return home for lunch or any injuries that had blood!
Lucky for me the injury list was small and lunch was never missed as growing boys building fun things needed sustenance.
Until they reached mid teens this was always a favourite and I often wonder what it will be like when they have children.
Will they have the same free rein? Will it be safe? Could you as a parent allow it as they are not within sight?
Our children didn’t have mobile phones until they were mid teens and there were no ipads or tablets just a game boy or two and they didn’t rate against the great outdoors and I hope the next generations get to be as dirty and tired at the end of the day and enjoy this as much as we all did.
Enjoy the school holidays everyone!
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