fuzzy butt;753390 wrote: Yesterday my sons went shopping with there school holiday money. My twelve year old bought (ummm think he's called timderland or something?) CD. My 10 year old bought an AFX set. I watched them all afternoon playing with it. And for those who have boys you'd know that AFX isnt' played properly unless there are a whole heap of crashes and the cars end up on the other side of the room because someone disconnected the loop (accidently of course)
anyway I asked my twelve year old what he was going to give his little brother for allowing him the pleasure of playing his AFX set.
"i'll let him listen to my CD".
"no I don't think so" , I say .
" ok I'll make him a copy"
I'm making the most of them co operating at the moment because in a week the fights will begin:wah:
" dont play with my toy "
" yeah? well give me back that CD I copied for you!"
Sigh!!!! and life goes on:)
Aint life great?:D
AND I QUOTE....
"Oh my god it's like looking into a mirror" :yh_rotfl :yh_rotfl
I understand what you're saying, Pinky. Actually, I've always been career-oriented. Until my sister had a baby and then got ill and I went to hold the fort till she was out of hospital, I don't think I'd ever touched a small child. I don't think I've ever, even now, cooed over a baby, that wasn't my own, or belonged to someone close to me. When it comes to my own, I would do anything in my power for their wellbeing. Anything.
I get irritated by children who run riot, or are too loud, like the next person. I don't have any kind of romantic view of children as such. But if I see one fall down, or one who is lost, or one in need - and am able to do something - I would always try do it, instinctively and happily.
Kids go through a lot of different stages. Kathy - I think eight year olds are really tough. The boys seem to go through an aggressive stage, and the girls are testing their bitch muscles. By eleven, the girls are playing with their future womanhood power and by thirteen the boys are desperately insecure, image wise, and trying to find out where they fit in the pack. The girls round that stage are fighting mum - for dominant woman ... sigh. All hard. You embarrass your children who disown you in public. My kids all went through all these stages.... but then I went through the girl bits too, and I'm sure some of the FG blokes will recognise the boy stages.
Then suddenly, out the other side, somehow, comes an adult. No longer a dependent, but a friend, who loves you, supports you, talks to you, goes shopping with you, cares if you're sick, rings you on high days and holidays and takes time from his/her busy life to be with you.
And some of these ex-children may succeed in changing the world, for the better.
kayleneaussie;753076 wrote: My eldest daughter is Autistic, she gave us a torrid time but has grown up into a beautiful adult and has 4 children of her own, two autistic.
Wow, that fills me with hope, I have a ten year old Autistic boy, it worries me that he will be able to lead a 'normal' life.
Wouldn't be without my two, other parents ask where I get my patience from, I point out that as my boy was my first he was all I ever knew until I had his sister five years later. You just deal with it. Two years ago he spontaniously told me he loved me and hugged me, he'd never done it before. Thats a moment I will never forget.
My girl, a madam at times and boy she does tantrums very well but she is a joy 80% of the time, she just flutters her big brown eyes at you and thats it, you can't be mad at her for long! :rolleyes:
Parenting can be the hardest most difficult thing but also the most fulfilling and rewarding.
Betty Boop;753550 wrote: Wow, that fills me with hope, I have a ten year old Autistic boy, it worries me that he will be able to lead a 'normal' life.
Wouldn't be without my two, other parents ask where I get my patience from, I point out that as my boy was my first he was all I ever knew until I had his sister five years later. You just deal with it. Two years ago he spontaniously told me he loved me and hugged me, he'd never done it before. Thats a moment I will never forget.
My girl, a madam at times and boy she does tantrums very well but she is a joy 80% of the time, she just flutters her big brown eyes at you and thats it, you can't be mad at her for long! :rolleyes:
Parenting can be the hardest most difficult thing but also the most fulfilling and rewarding.
ALWAYS HAVE HOPE. MY DAUGHTERS ELDEST BOY HAS MANAGED TO GET HIS LICENCE, HE CAN USE THE ATM MACHINE, HAS HAD A FEW JOBS BUT HASNT MANAGED TO KEEP THEM BUT THERE WILL BE A JOB FOR HIM THAT SUITS HIM ONE DAY. EVERYTHING IN HER HOUSE IS VISUAL. YOU GO INTO THE BATHROOM AND THERE IS A DRAWNING OF A BOY HAVING A SHOWER WITH SOAP ANOTHER WIPING HIMSELF DRY WITH A TOWEL THEN BRUSHING HIS TEETH THEY ARE ALL OVER THE HOUSE AND I SUPPOSE YOU DO WORRY ABOUT WHAT WILL HAPPEN IF WE ARE NOT ROUND TO HELP THEM.
I’ve done a lot of things in my life. I’ve lived a good life for the thirty, almost thirty one years I’ve been here. I’ve seen a lot of places, met a lot of people, made some damn fine friends, and been loved by a lot of good women. I don’t think a man can ask for much more than that. Except to be a father if he so wishes.
I can’t tie a tie, but I can change a diaper.
I do what I can to experience that feeling in what ever way possible, the Fatherhood thing, not the tie thing. I know I can not even get close until it is my own child, but I doubt that happens so I make do, adlib if you will.
I’ve been lucky enough to date or just be friends with several women who had children of their own. I’ve been lucky enough that a few of them allowed me to be a part of their children’s lives and to allow that even when the “grown ups” ended their relationships. It makes me wonder what kind of man doesn't want to see his own children, or take care of his own children.
You’ve seen the pictures of me and the little baby girl, I’ve got a dozen friends whose children call me uncle KB. I volunteer at a local center where I help mentally handicapped children to focus on basic reading and math. I get to be their friend and let their innocence and love make me remember what it is to be human.
I can understand the desire to not want children I held a baby for the first time this year and until I held that child and saw the look in her eyes as she looked at me, felt how warm and content she was, watched how easily she smiled, and how when she decided to grace my soul with a sweet little kiss I felt like I would burst; until then I never really appreciated just what a child meant to the world.
When that little girl is close by me everything changes. The world looks different. Contentment is contagious. So is love and easy smiles. When I see the look of accomplishment on the face of a child with autism or Down syndrome I feel whole. Music may soothe the savage beast but the smile of a child makes a restless man feel at home.
None of these children are my own but I wish they all were. A picture is worth a thousand words.
I absolutley love children!!! I was a preschool teacher...not anymore because of the children but because of the $$$ or lack of! Any problems I have with children are defineltly not with the child but with the parent....if a kids a brat...its his/hers parents that need to be slapped! Not the kid
AussiePam;753506 wrote: I understand what you're saying, Pinky. Actually, I've always been career-oriented. Until my sister had a baby and then got ill and I went to hold the fort till she was out of hospital, I don't think I'd ever touched a small child. I don't think I've ever, even now, cooed over a baby, that wasn't my own, or belonged to someone close to me. When it comes to my own, I would do anything in my power for their wellbeing. Anything.
I get irritated by children who run riot, or are too loud, like the next person. I don't have any kind of romantic view of children as such. But if I see one fall down, or one who is lost, or one in need - and am able to do something - I would always try do it, instinctively and happily.
Kids go through a lot of different stages. Kathy - I think eight year olds are really tough. The boys seem to go through an aggressive stage, and the girls are testing their bitch muscles. By eleven, the girls are playing with their future womanhood power and by thirteen the boys are desperately insecure, image wise, and trying to find out where they fit in the pack. The girls round that stage are fighting mum - for dominant woman ... sigh. All hard. You embarrass your children who disown you in public. My kids all went through all these stages.... but then I went through the girl bits too, and I'm sure some of the FG blokes will recognise the boy stages.
Then suddenly, out the other side, somehow, comes an adult. No longer a dependent, but a friend, who loves you, supports you, talks to you, goes shopping with you, cares if you're sick, rings you on high days and holidays and takes time from his/her busy life to be with you. And some of these ex-children may succeed in changing the world, for the better.
Thats my daughter:-4:D
FOC THREAD PART1
In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.
Any problems I have with children are defineltly not with the child but with the parent....if a kids a brat...its his/hers parents that need to be slapped! Not the kid