One of my sons needs an arm around the shoulder to perform and the other needs a kick In the arse. I’d model my parenting style on whatever EPL manager is currently en vogue. At the moment I would emphasise hugs and smiles but with a steely determination.
That was my mother’s philosophy on parenting summed up neatly, something she never tired of saying and her first advice to all new parents, it was mentioned a few times from the altar at her funeral as @Fat_Pox will testify (lest anybody thinks I’m making it up )
Thanks for that post. I’m a bit lax about what school Rascal goes to when he starts in Sep. He seems bright unlike his dad so I think he’ll be fine wherever he goes. We’re thinking of either ET which I had worries about re teachers teaching English to foreign kids. The other option is the Church of Ireland which has a great rep. My main worry is he’ll be labelled a prod in secondary school. The local RC is single sex so isn’t an option for Mrs Hunt.
It was me. I basically said there will be enough people outside the house to knock them so no need to add to it.
All you can do with kids and education and life is give them the best platform and environment you can and then encourage them to do their best. Whatever their best may be. Some may be academic some not. Some may be sporty others not. The worst thing you can do is try to live your life, career, aspirations, dreams etc through your kids. They will find their own way. Just support them.
I believe the children are our are future
Teach them well and let them lead the way
Show them all the beauty they possess inside
Give them a sense of pride to make it easier
Let the children’s laughter remind us how we used to be
Not sure about this. I’ve another cousin, the younger brother of the atheist I mentioned above, whose parents wanted him to be a performer and express himself and such shite. They told him he was class and his songs were brilliant even though they were all shite. Anytime we went over to their house or there was and family gathering everything would stop so this wanker could hammer on his acoustic guitar. His parents would fucking lap it up. He thought he’d become a rock star but never did because he sucked so now he’s miserable angry, noone can stand him and he can’t stand anyone.
I think it’s probably important to put your kids down sometimes.