With climate change, political turmoil, and the seemingly endless list of problems in the world today, many parents hope to raise a younger generation who will eventually lead with more compassion and responsibility. Ultimately, that starts with getting children to care first.
Some parents might opt to shelter their kids instead and raise them in some Peppa Pig Fantasy world, but what good would that do? From a young age, it’s important that they are aware of the realities of the world. That way, they will grow up to be the human beings that the world actually needs.
As responsible parents and guardians, it’s also our duty to ensure that the world is left in better hands. It’s a tough mess to clean up, but it’s the least that we can do. Here are some tips to get started.
your child come home from school with the lice letter? Don’t worry. We’ll get
you through this! In fact, eliminating a lice infestation is a lot less
dramatic than you probably think. Why? Because all you need to do to rid your
child’s head of lice and nits (lice eggs) is to physically remove them with the
wet combing method.
you visit the lice removal aisle at the store, you’ll see many products that
claim to kill lice. And they do! But they don’t kill nits, and that’s why they
don’t work. Nits are lice eggs and as long as they remain on the head, they
will continue to hatch and produce more lice. That’s why physically removing
the nits from the head with the wet combing method is the only way to eliminate
a lice infestation!
what you need to say goodbye to lice and nits once-and-for-all:
As any parent can tell you – walking into your child’s bedroom, is usually the last thing you ever want to do. To venture into your child’s room, is to put your own life at risk. Think of it like walking into Chernobyl, without a hazmat suit. In fact, if you have kids, you should own a hazmat suit…and boots, with extra padding; one never knows where the next minefield of arch-destroying legos will pop up.
To put it simply – kids are disgusting. And forget about them EVER cleaning up, or ever throwing away a toy; no matter how broken and never-played-with it may be. It’s just not a thing in there world. Parents, since the beginning of time, have been resigned to wait, until their spawn leave the home. Then…take a blowtorch and a bag of lye to their children’s former dwelling. That is, until recently.
As a parent, you will become a living example of the saying wearing too many hats. Parents have a range of different roles; chauffeur, cook, prison warden, doctor, and none of them are every appreciated by your children.
Yes, I said doctor, and not nurse, because let’s be real, nurses do all the real work. Where my nurses at?!? HOLLA…(wink wink)…fist pound.
Sometimes, it’s hard to know which role to focus on at which time; especially when thy’re less defined than the service-oriented ones above.
Some elements of parenting will come naturally to some, and others will take much more work. I mean, not everyone can be perfect at everything like me. Maybe you’re the fun parent, or the creative one. or you’re the handy kind of parent that can teach your kid a skill.
Watching your children grow, and discover their passions, is easily one of the greatest feelings a parent can experience; especially when it’s in something competitive, like sports. It’s almost electric when you hear your child express joy over their new passion. You can feel the energy and excitement it gives them; the flames of passion have been ignited, and the fire is just waiting to be stoked. And as a parent, you want that feeling for your children, and hope it never ends.
But some times, we parents want it a little too much for our children, and risk ruining that experience for our children. How? Well, let me ask you this…how many times have you been to a kids sporting event, and have seen that parent? You know who I’m talking about; the parent that is, usually, decked out from head to toe in team apparel; maybe even with their kid’s name on their back. They’re usually posted up as close to the sideline, dugout, team box, or home plate, as they can be. It’s kind of hard to miss them; mainly because they’re usually screaming the coach, the umpire, their kid or the other team’s kids at any given moment…and it typically lasts the entire length of the event.
Being a parent; especially to young children, feels like it can be boiled down to one simple phrase – “Don’t do that!”…and of course, it’s yelled over and over, multiple times a day.
And do our kids listen…HELL NO!
Now some know-it-all is going to read this and be that jerk who pipes up with, “Well, maybe if you didn’t yell at your kids, but instead talk to them like an equal, they would listen.” To that person, I say, “Hey pal…shut up. About face and pound sand with that hippy logic. I’m sure you’re having a bang up time with your hipster babies Shilo and Rufus, but why don’t you head back to your craft beer tasting, with your non-prescription glasses and corncob pipe, and leave the normal parents alone.”
Sure, I yell, and it’s a bad habit. But, it’s also kind of my birthright to yell at my kids. That’s right, I said birthright; deal with it. But that right there; habits, is really where the success of getting through to your kids lives.
The last 3 months of the year are always the same. With Halloween, Thanksgiving, and then Christmas (or whatever you celebrate, don’t shoot the messenger) at the end of each month, it’s no wonder every January is the month gyms see their memberships increase dramatically.
The fear of weight-gain isn’t so much an issue with me; I’m already chubby, so I got extra room. But, because of that extra weight, and probably because my stomach hates me after all these years of abuse; I find that the sweets that come with this time of year give me really bad heartburn. This year I found out it’s not just me who gets that heartburn; my son does too. I didn’t even know kid could get heartburn.