Thursday, January 26, 2012

Kids v.s Grown-ups

This week my boys celebrated their eleventh and ninth birthdays! Another year older, another year wiser; it was on his ninth birthday my younger son asked the question, “Mom? What’s the difference between a kid and a grown-up?”

It was here that I stopped, briskly scanned my brain for the appropriate answer, only to decide, “I don’t know if there is a real difference between kids and grown-ups” was the best I had.

This answer was followed by, “No, when you’re a grown-up you can do whatever you want”, “when I grow up I’m staying up late all the time”,  “grown-ups have lots of money Mom”, “grown-ups don’t have to do chores”, and so on.

This let me to sit down and really think about what being a “grown-up” and being a “kid” had in common.  Sure some of the differences are unavoidable, like age, bearing children, being able to vote, etc.  But what exactly makes being a grown-up that different from being a kid?

 Kid – Mom or Dad decides when you go to bed.

Grown – up – while you can “go to bed” when you feel like it, ultimately we still
            have bedtime dictated to us. If you’re kids wake at 6am, your day will go
            down hill if you’re functioning on four hours sleep.


Kid – some, little or no money

Grown-up – some, little or no money. It can be argued that our kids with their saved
            allowances and birthday money are ultimately richer than their parents.
            From mortgages, lines of credit, student loans and car payments – a grown-
            ups bank account is happiest if we make it back in the black   -

“You have no money do ya buddy? Well, Mommy and Daddy have less than no
 money. So you’re doing alright!”

Kid – Parents are constantly telling kids to clean your room, unload the dishwasher,
            take out the occasional load of trash, put your dirty clothes in the hamper.

Grown-up – Frankly, I would take a “kid version” of chores any day.  Grown-ups
            have chores, they’ve just exponentially multiplied. Long gone are the days of
            simply, unloading a dishwasher, or getting the worn clothes in a hamper. In
            addition to that, we shovel snow, mow the lawn, collect - wash - and put
            away laundry, sanitize toilets, cook food, sweep floors, wash floors….and on and on. 
            Long gone are the days of being responsible for a 9X10 bedroom, we have a house to take care of.

            “But no one tells you do to that Mom! You’re always telling us to do stuff.”

            “On the contrary, if the laundry isn’t done you ask Mommy, ‘Why aren’t my
 jeans clean?’, If Mommy doesn’t get the driveway shoveled Papa is going to
 tell Mommy ‘You should get that done. It’s a sin to make the kids trudge
              through the snow’” – So buddy, between you kids and Nanny and
              Poppies, grown-ups still have people telling them what, when and how to do
             things!


Kid – only gets allowance

Grown-up – bi-weekly paycheques are allowance for grown-up. And, we actually
            have to do something to earn it


Kid –  kids have school time, quiet time, nap time, snack time, TV time, play time.

Grown-up – work time, pick up the kids time, little to no quiet time, leftovers for
            snack time, TV time (if you can stay awake long enough) and depending on
            your version of play time (if you’re a grown-up with kids),that too can be
            short-lived or non-existent.

            “You know, Drew, the quiet time Mommy gets? It’s sneaking in to the
            bathroom, running a cold shower, sitting on the toilet and savoring the
            white noise.”

            “What’s white noise?”

            “It’s the only sound I know that can drown out you little people. Until you
            realize where I am and you start banging on the door. That’s when the white
            noise ends”

                and as for grown-up “play time”? Grab is while you can people. Before long
 you’ll be installing two locks on your bedroom door; you’ll realize your kids
                are ninjas and can appear out of no where, catching you in the act

So there it is little man kids and grown-ups aren’t really that different after all. Both dream to the future, remember the past, and with any luck we thrive in a world of Neverland; with big people and little people all just enjoying the ride!

Friday, January 13, 2012

Happy New Year Diary

Dear Diary, 
Well here we are, two weeks into 2012 with Christmas and New Year's but a distant memory.  It's now back to alarm clocks and early morning scraping of windshields! With the last of the pine needles hopefully swept, the rubbermaid bins back in storage, one snow day and a Friday the 13th under our belts, we head into the new year full throttle.
For me, hockey schedules run wild with the added challenge of planning birthday parties for my two little men.  Each year I remind myself that we weren’t the best in the baby planning department as our boys birthdays are four days apart.  Parties aside, what does one buy for a gift so close after Christmas. Well, this year, it’s a special treat!
Noah’s hockey team is traveling to Montreal in February and i’m taking both boys on yet another traveling adventure.  It just so has it that very weekend the Montreal Canadian are playing the New Jersey devils. With some strategic online searching, an informative friend and an awesome Customer Service person, I now have three NHL tickets to that very game! Woohoo! The boys are going to die!


Eleven and nine! My little men.  Once tiny little peanuts and now pretty cool little men, my buddies.  Yet, not too old yet to stop giving their Mom a warm hug and a smooch every now and then.  My little Miss, well, tonight I went to school for the first Parent Meeting for Kinderstart. Phew, that was wild.  The last of the little peepers heading off to school.  Now, if you ask her, she under no circumstances will be taking any part in school.  She informed me today that homework was “inappropriate” and that she didn’t want any.  I guess for her, school consists of the lobby where we collect her brother’s on a daily basis and the homework they do at home.  I can see how she wouldn’t want to partake, still, “You’re going Sister”!
On a positive note, since the Holidays have subsided my shorty term memory seems to have improved to a degree.  Now while shopping my car remains in the parking lot where it was originally parked, my lists are now a simple index card and not a letter-sized sheet, and the disgruntled shoppers who once filled the stores have migrated back home for the Winter.  The brain has been given the chance to breathe and the results are great! Mama actually feels normal again.
So Diary, today being Friday the 13th doesn’t bother me one bit. A day of superstitions and bad luck? I think not! Most days feel like a Friday the 13th. If we’re not slipping on dog pee, peeling glued on Gracie artwork off the walls, kicking back base-boards hoping that single nail will hold on just a little longer...we’re mopping snow off the stairs, scratching nail polish off the couch, picking up Puppy teeth off the floor, dodging mini-stick balls and on the occasional day, taking up flooring and bleaching walls after a water leak from the air exchanger.  Bad luck? No.  This Diary, on Friday the 13th or any other day...it’s just our life! It’s not unlucky, it’s perfectly mine.
Happy New Year Diary! I got a hunch it’s gonna be a good one! Yeehaw!