Becoming

Growing, changing, morphing. Watching a person evolve. It is such a privilege to be a witness to such an event. Having such an influence, such a responsibility.

They have already changed so much, and surely that change will continue exponentially from here. Who will they become?

I used to worry about them not being babies any more. But now a, larger and larger, part of me can’t wait to see. I am imagining my son as a teenager and the relationship that we could have. And my daughter when she starts dating, and how scary that might be.

But, of course, every moment from now till then will show a change. Progress will be made, with the occasional trip and stumble along the way. They will bloom and blossom and, hopefully, look to the light and brighten the world.

via Daily Prompt: Blossom

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Beat the Competition

It’s hard being a parent, isn’t it? There are so many ways in which you can affect how your child grows and matures. Everything from your behaviour, to which activities you choose for them. It all contributes to the final product, your child.

But how do you protect them from the rest of the world? Of course, you can’t. All you can do is give them the tools to judge for themselves, what is right and what is wrong. Luckily my kids seem to be able to make these judgements already, even at only 5 and 7 years old.

My children often come home with stories from school, stories from other children. Stories about how they spend time with their families, and what they do. Or quite often, don’t do. But, recently, some of the stories have left my mouth hanging open. Of course, these stories come from the badly behaved children at school, and you are left thinking, no wonder.

I won’t quote every story, but it is the most recent one that has really made me think. My 5-year-old daughter came back from kindergarten and told us that a boy in her class had tried smoking. Yes, smoking, at 5! He must have stolen one of his parents’ cigarettes, he’d probably watched them smoking and learned how to do it. No, his father had let him try one. His father had put a filthy cigarette into his child’s mouth! Honestly I’m going to run out of exclamation marks writing this.

In the past, this was the classic tactic to stop your child smoking. Make them feel sick and they will hate it. But that was the past, and normally with children of teenage years. In this case it seems like it was just a funny thing to do, watch the child try to smoke, how amusing. My blood is boiling now, just thinking about it.

Luckily, my daughter told us this story while shaking her head. She knows this is stupid behaviour, and my son too. But I don’t want to spend my life telling them that their friends’ parents are stupid. So come on people, please grow up. You need to do it first, so then your children can.

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Summertime

Summertime aromas, drifting through the air. Juices dripping and sizzling on the coals. Laughter and joy, carried on the gentle, warm breeze. Steaks, cooked to perfection. Crisp, colourful salads. Ice cold beer. Exhausted, but happy children. The journey home. Reflection. Good times. 

Daily Prompt: Tender

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Learning

Do you remember when learning was so much fun? Learning how to throw stones is very different to, let’s say, particle physics. But, at the same time, the joy of knowledge should be the same.

Watching my children learn and enquire about the world around them gives me energy for the search too. The search for knowledge, or for something new. A new angle, viewpoint, or sight. 

At the moment, my kids are both keen photographers. My son wants to know what every button does on his new camera. It is difficult to actually slow him down, so he learns the basics first. 

When you are a child, you want to understand everything. How does it work? Why do we do that? But, as adults, this seems to stop. We become happy to accept the world as it is, and never question. I believe this is the biggest fight for all adults, to stop this descent into lethargy. Keep fighting up that intellectual hill. It is never ending and has no summit, but it is a beautiful journey. 

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Life and Loss

Last week I was walking my six-year-old son to school, and when we arrived at the front entrance, we saw a black flag flying above the school. Of course, my son asked my why it was there. I explained that, perhaps, someone had died. What first came to mind was someone famous, maybe the president. Honestly I didn’t think of it for the rest of a busy day.

When my wife collected him she was told something shocking. The black flag was flying out of respect for one of his classmates, who had died in hospital the previous evening. His teacher was crying and so were many of the children, as they were told this news.

It is unimaginable, how the parents must be feeling. I didn’t know the little boy. My son was sad, but coping with the news. But, as any parent would understand, you can’t help but imagine yourself in the same situation.

So, all day, my wife and I were hugging our children a little closer. And I was trying to remind myself of how lucky we are, to have two such healthy and happy children. So, if you are lucky like us, hug them and kiss them as much as you can. Don’t take anything for granted, because you never know what is around the corner. 

© Neil Hayes and neilsworldofenglish