When I was 34, I found out the chances of me having children was very low. It broke my heart into a million pieces. Throughout my early years, I had a life plan. I worked hard and got the career, I wanted. I was department head for a massive college, by the time I was 30. One of the youngest recorded department heads. I was getting married to someone, I thought, I could spend the rest of my life with. The next step was the children.
The constant fear I suffer as a parent. My little girl struggles with her social skills. She is two years old and isn’t talking. We are waiting for an appointment, for speech therapy. For her development, we agreed it was best if she started nursery, in an attempt to socialise her. She starts in September, I haven’t questioned it. Then I was scrolling through Facebook and saw a post about a child going to pre-school. Normal, logical post, great idea I thought and then bam it hit me. Crippling anxiety at the thought of my little girl going to nursery.
Using token economies to reward positive behaviour. Whether you are a parent or teacher, rewarding good behaviour has to be a priority. This principle teaches children what behaviour should be repeated and which shouldn’t. A reward for positive behaviour could be something as simple as praise. Imagine the scenario your child is bored, you haven’t had enough time to spend in the day with them. It happens we are all busy people. They start to kick the chairs and throw things in the lounge, due to the boredom. You go over to them, putting your work down and deal with their behaviour.
The benefits of reading to your child. If you read one book a night to your child, when they are 5 they will have read 1825 books. My greatest joy as a parent is reading my little girl her bedtime story every night. I have actually got annoyed with my partner when she has tried to take the job away from me. As she is nearly two years old I have started moving away from the quick reads. Into the world of chapter books. So far the books we have covered have been The Magic Faraway Tree, a personal favourite of mine from when I was a child. We have now started a series of books, where the heroine shares the same name as her. I am beyond excited at the prospect of starting to read Harry Potter to her. This is a tradition that has been passed on through many generations. As a child, I remember my mum reading to me, her father read to her. It was a tradition I was determined to continue. Since she was born I have missed only one evening. For this time I told her a story, over the phone, that I had memorised. It was actually the Billy Goats Gruff, a story I insisted my mum read to me at least once a week. If you don’t read to your children at night, I urge you to start. The benefits far outweigh the time. Incidentally, I always leave my phone downstairs when I go to read to her. No interruptions are allowed.
The do’s and don’ts when faced with an infantile seizure. Infantile seizures are more common than you think. Last week my little one suffered a series of seizures, due to a high temperature. A temperature is anything over 37.5C when taking a child’s temperature, orally. In the majority of cases, these are nothing to worry about. They stop when the child turns 5 years old. They are also often only triggered by high temperatures. On rare occasions, they may be a sign of something underlying. It is always wise to seek medical attention on the first occasion.
The Absolute Fear of Being a Good Parent I was told many things to except when I became a parent. No one mentions the absolute terror that comes with the job. Driving down the main road today after a day out with the little one. Walking up the middle of the road is a 3-year-old Nepalese girl. Yes, you read that right. Now, this road isn’t the main road, but it is a busy B road. We stopped the car, got out and retrieved the child, bringing her to the pavement. The first thing that interested me was the number of people who drove around her and didn’t stop. Not to mention the six people on the pavement stood there watching her wander up the road. What this says about society is a post for another time.