I will be gone a few days pet sitting, so I thought I would just post my “resolutions” now. Actually, no I won’t.
I have decided to start a new tradition! I don’t care that I am 61 years of age, I can still start a new tradition, so there!
Every year, I will make New Year’s Wishes for other people.
For my sister: My New Year’s Wish for you is to find a new home that will make you happy. I hope it happens in January!
For my brother: I hope the government shutdown ends very soon. Like, NOW would be good. Being out of work is incredibly stressful, I know!
For my daughter: I wish for you to continue to improve on your social anxiety. You have worked hard and I see vast steps ahead! I also wish for you to not hurt yourself in the next year. I’m sorry you inherited my clumsiness.
For my son: I wish for you to see more clearly how wonderful and smart you are. I hope you can stomp on OCD and get more of you life back. You can do so much more than you think you can!
For everyone: I really do wish for good health, less stress and more peace of mind for all. The world needs it.
Happy New Year, everyone!
I often wonder how some of the video games the kids play affects preschool kids. I am a gamer myself and I don’t have a problem with kids playing video games depending upon what games they play. A half hour to an hour a day is okay with me, but I do prefer they are up and going and using their imaginations. It can also open up discussions about game life and real life.
A three-year-old I watch demonstrated to me just how confusing it can get. He is very curious and will ask so many questions, which is a good thing! One day, I was in the bathroom and I didn’t realize he was right outside the door until his little voice called to me, “Kathy, is your pee yellow? Mine is! Look and see if yours is yellow.”
So many questions! A while back, he asked me if I had a mom and dad. I explained that I do, but they became old and sick and passed away so they aren’t with me anymore. “They died?” he asked. I said yes, and then we moved on with our day.
Fast forward a week or so later. We had this conversation:
P: “Kathy, why didn’t you heal your dad?”
Me: “He was too sick. There was nothing that could be done. People get old and sick.”
P: “Didn’t you have a healing potion?”
Me: “Healing potions are only in games. There aren’t really healing potions. But, let’s not worry about that right now. It’s okay, it’s just part of life.”
He stared at me for a minute and I could see his brain working. He didn’t ask anymore questions about it and hasn’t brought it up again. I hope I didn’t scare him. It just confirmed with me that in the mind of a 2 or 3-year-old child, the line between fiction and reality is thin. I tell kids the truth, but try to do it in a way that is not terrifying to them. What else can we do?