The youngest of minds, the biggest of imaginations

Ok, if you had have mentioned to me that I’d be writing a post about children then I would have knocked you over the head, but here I am and here it is.
Strange subject for me, yes.
I grew up as the youngest child – with an older brother and a few older cousins. Whenever we’d have family get togethers I’d run and hide behind the couch. I remember one birthday at mums old house I was going through a ‘no photographs of me’ stage, and when they surprised me with the flash I ran to my room and locked the door. I wouldnt let anyone in and I wouldnt come out. Mum had to entertain 5 girls by herself until the time came for their parents to pick them up. Looking back now I feel bad for mum but I did what I did – and if thats the worst of my rebelling then I was a saint!

Anyway, my point is that I didnt really grow up around young children. My only real experience with kids as an adult was when I’d see my cousins children at christmas or randomly meet a friend of a friends children. And so I find myself staying with a family that has a soon to be 5 year old boy. Needless to say I didnt know what to expect! To be completely honest I didnt know what to say or how to act. I’m learning too.

I dont know how my mum went and became a nanny overseas – to a family she didnt know and a language she was only learning. That’s brave!!

Kylan is a well rounded, spirited, funny and friendly little guy. In my time here I can only count on one hand the number of tantrums I have been witness too, so I think thats pretty darn good! Georgia and Tim, Kylans parents, are doing a great job. They instill in him important core values and they encourage him to be himself, they play with him and let him know he’s special. The funny thing we have worked out is that most of those tantrums have come after watching tv. Everything is great and then BAM out of nowhere comes an episode of alien kylan! It’s interesting when you get to see a child like that. Their whole body shakes, their little eyes run over with tears, they scream and scream and they thrash around like there’s something alien inside them. “I DONT WANT TOOOOO” or “ONE MORE CARTOON MUMMY”. It’s hard being an outsider in that situation – is there something I can do to help? Probably not. But I feel bad for the parents! I know they are doing everything in their power to turn the situation around but sometimes it doesnt work. Then, suddenly when you thought there was no hope left the tears dry. The Alien disappears and the old Kylan is back. He is happy and seeing fairies on the trail. “You know, your mood swings are kinda giving me whiplash.” Appropriate quote! hahaha.
On days when there’s no tv he is a happy helper. Very strange indeed.

I really fear for children in these times, growing up with body issues and blatant sexuality and societys weird obsessions. I think when the time has come for me to have children we’ll live somewhere away from everything. I really wonder how you can protect them from so many bad things about society when you are living in the thick of it. I think kids should get to be kids until they hit 16, then they can start to slowly grow up. There is no way I’d let my future child wear heels or makeup or name brand clothes. I never want them to lose their imagination and grow up too quickly!! I guess it’s an issue wherever you go.

What do you think?