Simon just left to go play over at his best buddy’s house. Being 8 now he thinks he’s old and big and tough…too tough for his mom to drive him over to his friends, even in the wind and the snow. But I watched him out the front window…because even though he’s 8, he’s only 8 and I’m a worrier. And what I worry most about is my kids.
Lately I’ve been worrying that I’m not teaching Simon how to be responsible enough. I am reminding him constantly to do things, brush your teeth, flush the toilet, tie your shoes. And then there is the matter of the lost and found…that boy looses everything—his backpack, his coat, his lunch box…and one day he even came home from school without his socks!
(But mom…we were playing this game….and we all put our bare feet in the snow….and then we threw the socks over the fence….)
Anyone else have an 8 year old like this?
Anyways, so we’ve been trying a few things around here to see if we can help him become more responsible and on a whim the other night I decided to look in my 1965 copy of “Heloise All Around the House” to see is she had any advice on the subject. Here is what I found:
“Cause For Alarm“
“From Johnnie’s mother: My little boy just cannot learn time. He is five years old. He has been late for dinner sometimes ten nights in a row. We finally decided that we could tie an alarm clock on the bottom of his tricycle (under the seat) and set it for 5:30 p.m. No matter where he is, when the clock goes off, either he or some of his friends will hear it and he scoots home real quick. Works like a charm. Now I even use this method at noon! He loves it.”
Are you kidding me? An alarm clock on the bottom of a 5 year old’s tricycle? What the heck was Johnnie’s mom doing ALL DAY LONG that she let her little kids just run wild to come home only when an alarm went off to get fed? Nice. If I parented like that someone would be sure to call the cops on me! Although, come to think of it, maybe she’s on to something…I wonder if I could get a reminder alarm for the lunch box, and toothbrush, and toilet…yeah, maybe she wasn’t so crazy after all….
Have a good weekend everyone…and if you find a pair of socks out laying in the snow just send them over, they belong to Simon.