We’ve turned the news off and not even spoken about the massacre in Orlando…but kids talk. My children have come to me with lots of questions about what happened. How can I possibly explain it?
2016 is really biting it so far…
I know. What is the world coming to? We need something to relax. Let’s cozy up to feel safe and warm. I’ve got a hot toddy going. Join me.
I have to say that I am so sad and so angry about this latest attack. Wait, I can’t even believe I am saying this. Latest attack? It’s so weird that this is the world we are living in. I need a nice warm slug. Ahhhhh.
OK, now onto business. And this is tough business. I hate the fact that this is what we are having to talk to our children about. But our children do not live on Mars. They hear and see things that we don’t always want them to see and hear. And guess what? That’s never going to stop, either.
My suggestion is to, first, drink a little sip, then, address them. (Just a little.) Ask them what they’ve heard. You don’t want to make the mistake of telling them more than they know. Also, keep the TV off. Stay calm when you talk to them about it and normalize their fears. This shit is SCARY! So don’t try to pretend like it’s nothing to worry about. But along with that you can stress the possibility vs. probability ratio. Remind them that most people are good and that there are so many people there helping out.
These are a few strategies and I am sure there are so many more (any comments or tweets welcome). Just know that it’s normal for them to be curious and there might be a great learning lesson here. The world can be a scary place, but it’s full of wonder and joy as well. (And awesome hot toddies, too.)
Our hearts and prayers are in Orlando…
Dear Beat Babe,
We are one week into summer and I’m already about to pull my hair out. My kids are completely spoiled rotten. They’re already saying the b-word: bored. And I know it’s my fault, but J.C. they are absolute heathens. How can I get the control back?
I think my kids have 666 carved on their scalps somewhere
Kids are a bitch to raise, friend! Let’s raise our glasses of champs to our beautiful kids! Summer is here and in full effect. It’s time to relax, right? It is if you’re a kid, but our work triples right now it seems.
Look… I. Love. Summer. I love not having the rush in the morning to fly out the door, the later nights, swimming all day, all of it. The problem is that with the kids home all day, you’re inevitably going to have shit freaking everywhere. Everyone is either hungry, bored, pissed off, tired or irritated with the other sibling.
There has to be some organized chaos. You have to set some rules and some chores. Sigh, gasp, the shock, the horror. They can deal! You have to grow a HUGE set with this type of behavior. Kids know who they can push around. They also know how far they can go. You have to set up some boundaries. You can drink more champs and be happy about it. The more champs the bigger the balls get, didn’t you know that old saying? Ok, maybe I just made it up, but it’s the champagne talking.
I find that I look up age appropriate chores online. There really are some great ideas and guidelines out there. I mean come on, the little shits get basically get everything they want. They need to earn something! It’s a great way to help build responsibility and they should be helping out anyway.
Mean what you say for a bit. Follow through and make them help out. You’ll see how quickly their tune changes when they aren’t allowed to stare at an iPad all damn day. I sometimes hear my Mother coming out, but it’s ok. Things were different way back when. If I told my kid to iron something we would end up in the ER with 3rd degree burns. We are doing them a disservice by not teaching them.
CHAMPS UP!! You will get through the summer. Turn on some Bob Marley and “Get Up, Stand Up” and stop wiping their butts! Otherwise, they ‘ll turn into my husband…hahahaha!
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