I read the book The Help in college and have seen the movie half a dozen times and while the grammar is incorrect, I believe the quote in the title has a good meaning. We should teach our children that they are kind, smart, and important. Many people may disagree with me or possibly be offended by my statement, but oh well. The fact that some parents don’t teach their kids much at all drives me INSANE! But that is a rant for another time…
I was always taught that using my manners was one way to be kind. Please, thank you, excuse me, yes ma’am, no sir, etc. As a parent, I’ve tried to lead by example and show my kids how to use their manners. They do great at it and occasionally tell each other “good job using your manners!” I’ve even gotten a few good jobs myself.
Since birth, my oldest son has loved books and learning. At almost 5, he questions everything, has recently gotten into Harry Potter (the movies, not the books yet), and is always willing to watch something educational or play an educational game. My 3 year old loves to learn also, but he’s a mover. If he is moving, then he’s learning. In both of their cases, I’ve found that flash cards work. My oldest son can sit still and tell you what is on the card, my middle son has to move his body whether it be making the letter with his body or doing a certain move the number of times on the card. We specifically use the Playskool cards (found on Amazon here using my affiliate link).
Being a mom of 3 boys under the age of 5, it can be difficult to set aside time one on one with each boy to make them feel important. Today and yesterday, my oldest was home sick from school. Yesterday, he complained of a headache and today, he wasn’t himself. So today, we took his little brothers to school then went to the store for a few things. He didn’t have the strength to walk through the store, so we brought in his blanket and he sat in the cart. I had a little list of things to get and he helped a bit from the cart. He’s my helper, that’s for sure.
My 3 year old is a cuddler, he has been since birth. When we get home from school each day, he’ll climb into the recliner with me and just sit for a couple minutes then he’s good to go play. At night before bed, I sit on his bed to read him a book and sing him a song. I have no idea why, but the ABC song has always calmed him down. He’s at that age now where he wants to get up every 5 minutes and ask for something else. Some of the things he comes up with crack me up. The other night, he asked me “Mom, when I get big, can I be a fixer?” I was like “well sure buddy, you can be whatever you want to be. But right now, let’s worry about sleeping since you have school tomorrow.”
My youngest is about one and a half and hasn’t really shown much of his personality yet. He just started walking about 2 months ago and he’s slowly getting his verbal skills, but it makes him angry when he can’t tell you what he wants. He knows some sign language and he listens very well when he’s asked to do something. For one on one time, he’ll bring his blanket and sit with me and watch NCIS after his brothers go to bed. Honestly, the theme song has put him to sleep on more than one occasion. I’ve been working on animal sounds with him, it’s funny to hear him try to make the sounds.