Keeping them In A Bubble

“Seven days. Seven black and white photos of your life. No people. No explanation. Challenge someone new each day.”

Thanks, A Momma’s View for the challenge

Bang: You’re a senior. 40, 41, 42, year olds are seniors.
Me: If I’m a senior then what is Nanny? (DW’s mom)
Bang: Meh… she’s just an old woman.

Crash was in primary when he learned he wouldn’t live forever. He took it pretty rough and for the next few months he’d get worried about it. It was during that phase that the Sandy Hook shootings occurred. He knew nothing about it, nor did we tell him.

Two years later, in 2013, we were watching the Boston Marathon. We had friends there and me being an “avid” runner, we were interested. Then everything changed. Crash knew people had been hurt, but watching it on TV, for him it wasn’t exactly real. It was very real and we didn’t tell him the final outcome.

We’ve read Jerry Spinelli’s Maniac Magee so he’s heard of racism. He’s never witnessed it. He’s never heard of it in the real world. In his world every is treated equally no matter where they’re from or what color their skin might be or what gender they are.

He knows President Tweetsalot is in office to the south of us. He knows DW and I don’t like him. He doesn’t know why. He doesn’t know all controversy the President has caused.

He’s a pre-teen now. He’s told us so himself. How much longer can we keep this big, bad world from him? Should we even be keeping it from him in the first place? How much is too much?

I just want to keep them all wrapped up in our happy bubble…


Gaining Rank in Parenting

I’ve finally been promoted. After eight years (12 with their combined age) I’ve gained the rank of “Mean Dad”. Crash promoted me a few days ago when I wouldn’t let him walk to McDonald’s with the neighbors kids (as it turns out, the neighbors kids weren’t allowed to go either). He desperately wants to be independent and on his own and away from us parent types. However, he hasn’t quite grasped the concept of responsibility. Continue reading

Bubble Wrapping My Babies

As you’ve read in the past, Crash and Bang are little dare devils. They like to climb, jump, bike, swing, hang, and generally test their capabilities. How many stairs can they jump down? How far off the swings can they jump? How high in the tree can he climb? How high on the trampoline can they jump? How fast can they ride on their bikes? Can he ride his snowboard down the slide? Can he ride his bike down the porch steps?

While I allow them to try most things under supervision, there are some I put a stop to. No, you can’t ride down the porch steps. No, you can’t climb on the roof to get whatever you threw up there. No, you can’t jump off the top of the jungle gym.

I was watching T.V. last night and one of the shows I watched (Modern Family – I had never seen it before but it was pretty funny) addressed protecting children from doing dangerous things. At the end, the big revelation was that no matter how much we try to protect our children they are going to get hurt anyway. Sure, we can keep them from physically harming themselves. But that’s where the line is drawn.

One day they may lose a beloved pet. One day they may lose that competition they practiced so hard for. One day they may get their hearts broken by someone who they thought loved them. One day they may not get into that university they really wanted to attend. One day they may not get that job they most desired. One day there won’t be a band aid and kiss to make it feel all better.

Like the rest of us, they will survive the ordeal, hopefully learn from the experience, and then move on. We can be their listening ear, their sounding board, their wise sage. However, in the end, the decision is theirs. Like myself, some of you have little ones who have yet to experience this. Some of you have little ones who may be going through something at the moment. Then some of you have little ones who are actually big ones and have experienced this already (thanks mom and dad!).

I apologize. I don’t mean to be the one who pooped in the punch bowl. It’s just something that occurred to me last night. Or rather, something that was shown to me, albeit in a comical way.

After reading A Momma’s View touching post this morning “To My Baby” I felt compelled to write about this. I’ve written about protecting Crash and Bang plenty of times. I attempt to keep them from doing stupid things a la “Jackass”. But no matter how hard we try, we can’t protect them from everything.

We can try to bubble wrap them. We can try to cushion their fall. We can even try keeping them in Tupperware. But in the end it’s up to them. I just hope I can give them the strength and confidence they will need to successfully move on to bigger and better things with their lives.

Protecting the Innocence

I’m not going running tonight so I’ll write instead.
And eat this piece of chocolate cake, too.
We have two kids. A seven-year old and a three-year old. If I do nothing else for them, I hope I can protect them. Protect them from danger. Protect them from sadness, fear and suffering.
Our seven-year old had just discovered he wasn’t going to live forever just before he started his very first year of school. Of course, he had a million questions and we did our best to answer them truthfully, in compliance to our beliefs. We knew he was really bothered by it, and we did our best to help him understand it. Then Sandy Hook happened. We somehow managed to keep this from him, but it still sliced through our heartstrings like warm butter.
However, sometimes it can’t be avoided. I understand that. Our seven-year old was home sick April 15, 2013.  The only reason I remember is because we were watching the Boston Marathon together. So we explained the situation to him. Sometimes people do really bad things. But our focus will not be them. Instead, look at all the people to go running toward the explosions. As my dear Wife likes to say “Real superheroes don’t wear capes”. Those are the people we choose to give our attention. Regardless of what monstrosity occurred, regardless of what monstrosity could happen next, those whose first instinct was to run to help, they are the real superheroes.
There are terrorist groups beheading others. Killing in the name of their religion. There are people killing cops in both the U.S. and here Canada. There was the shooting incident on Parliament Hill. Just recently there was the shooting in Paris that killed twelve. I’m sure you’ve heard all these stories then some.
Protect the innocence.
They shall not hear any of this. Their world will be painted with rainbows and butterflies and unicorns. It will be sliding down the stairs on the crib mattress. It will be  for as long as I can protect them.
I’ll be right back. I need to go hug them now.
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