Do Dads really have to commit to resolutions each January like millions of others? Hell no. We really don’t want to do something silly like that. We all know the facts – reality kicks in, on or before, the second week in February and the new diet, attitude, idea, gym plan goes right out the window. Unless you are a one percenter, and if you are, you won’t need resolutions you will be one high achiever, wealthy, fit, billionaire. Now, before you get your keyboard-warrior pants on, and start firing at me with your life lessons and passionate diatribe, hear me out.
As a dad, what is our role? Think about it. For each of us it’s probably slightly different. For me, it’s being present. I am highly focused on being present as much as I can – all of the time. That doesn’t mean I’m perfect – far from it. Just ask the wife! But for me, there are no quick fixes as a dad. Or as a mum for that matter. I believe for me to be better, I need to know and understand what my principles are as a Dad. What are my core beliefs? What will leave a positive lasting impact on my child and my family? These things cost very little money, none in fact. Time is thee most valuable commodity on the planet. If we could buy more time, would we not? I certainly would. Finn is growing up at a ridiculous rate – too fast! But each day I try to be present – savouring tiny precious little moments and relishing in them. My biggest pain-in-the-arseism is my phone. It’s like a nagging little leprechaun on my shoulder begging me to play with it. Since Finn joined us in 2016, one of my biggest focuses has been phone-use reduction. I want more time with Finn and less time with social media. I made some rules for myself. Like only checking email twice each day for a maximum of 15 minutes, letting more calls go to voicemail and bulk deleting them and returning calls 1st to family and friends, second to customers and everyone else after that.
This kind of shift is gradual but it ends up showing your child that you are present with them, they shouldn’t be fighting for attention with your phone for goodness sake! My wife’s cousin was at a game watching her child play. She decided to put her phone down, savour the game and count how many times her child looked up to see her. Her kid looked up 20 times to see if her mum was watching her. What if she had been glued to her phone instead? What kind of message would that have sent her child?
What do our kids need from us? New years resolutions? Lots of Christmas presents? No no and 20 more No’s!!
They need consistent love and attention. Be that Dad. Don’t be the deadbeat, self centred, ego-driven maniac dad. There is already about 3 billion of those guys. Why shoot for mediocrity? Aim higher. Our kids need that.
Kids more often than not get a bazillion books in their younger years. There’s no such thing as too many books – just one read through “Malala” will make you appreciate how lucky our kids are in the Western world to be allowed access to education. It’s quite a different story in some parts of the World.
The digital age has brought with it millions of eBooks. I think they are fantastic but certain books work better as paperback. Children’s books are the type of books that should be held. Kids need to be able to touch the pages, flip the pages, rip the pages and smell the pages. There’s nothing quite like the smell of a crisp new book. We aren’t planning to get Finn into the digital books – in fact we don’t own a kindle – and don’t plan to.
I came across a really cool book creator that puts together a personalised book which tells your child the story behind their name. It’s really quite cool. You can input their name, and choose the gender and hair colour. The end product is a beautifully written book all about the magic behind the kids name. We know Finn has no clue what we are reading him right now, but in a few years this book will be pretty special to him. After all, it’s a book all about HIM!
They deliver worldwide, but for you kiwis you can go straight to their website (it’s not an affiliate link so I’m not plugging them insincerely!) –
There are so many differing opinions in regards to how we should educate our kids. As parents – it falls on us to decide what’s best for our little whippersnappers. I grew up in Northern Ireland and went to good old public schools and Lisa did the same in Canada. We feel like we got a pretty rounded education and don’t have a feeling that we got short changed academically. However, we work at a private school here in New Zealand so we get to see it from a whole new perspective. I feel that private schools have much better resources. Yes the teachers were trained the same as the public school teachers, but the resources seem to make the difference.
Now .. we are told so many different things on what we should do with Finn. “Put him in private school education once he reaches high school as it’s a waste of money in primary school.” “It’s all about what school you went to in Christchurch, so pick carefully.” “Put him in private school for primary school and not high school as it instills good habits and academic skills from an earlier stage before they become teens.”
The list goes on. But to be honest – there are so many factors we have to consider. Firstly of course is the financial commitment – private school is a little more expensive than a public school, actually a lot more. But can you really put a price on excellent education for your child? Next there’s the Finn factor. Where does he want to go to school? That has to be a huge deciding factor on where we enrol him. For primary he won’t have much inkling as to where he will want to go but for high school he will feel much more strongly about where he sees himself fitting in. We absolutely love the school we work at and think that Finn would LOVE it but I guess at the end of the day it will be up to him and what he wants for his life.
The Happiest Kids in the World book reminds me that I shouldn’t put pressure on Finn to be successful at everything he does – it’s ok to not be the best at everything. And honestly, I see first hand, some students whose parents openly put pressure on them to be the best at everything they do. All too often these are the same kids who, in their teens, suffer from mental health issues, anxiety and some even rebel against their families. I’m a rookie at this Dad business, but I feel that teaching kids for 11 years has given me plenty of knowledge in terms of what not to do as a parent. The pushy, helicopter parent is not what I want to be. Don’t get me wrong, I want Finn to live a full life with lots of rich experiences but not at the cost of his happiness or our relationship.
I’d be keen to hear from you parents and educators out there!
We all want our kids to be happy, right? Generally we always reflect back to those fond memories – the fun-filled ones with siblings, parents and grandparents. But is it just those fun family times that shape a child’s happiness?
The new book from Penquin publishing “The Happiest Kids in the World” has opened my mind to a whole new side of parenting. I’ll admit, I haven’t finished the book yet. For good reason – 1) I’m a parent so I’m rather busy from time to time and 2) I’m taking to time to process the amazing ideas presented in the book.
The book focuses on two mums who have moved to the Netherlands. They are married to Dutch men and the idea of bringing up children in this beautiful country is somewhat different to that in other Western cultures.
So far I have gathered that Dutch children are encouraged to be incredibly independent from a young age. They are permitted to go to the park for hours, unsupervised. They seem to get into sleep routines much quicker than their American counterparts. Schooling is not a deal breaker. People don’t push their kids to get the best grades, instead they encourage them to be good enough. They don’t make their kids start reading and writing until they are good and ready – often that can be at 6 or 7 years old. But … The Netherlands has some of the most intelligent adults, it creates some of the most incredible technologies AND they are ranked the happiest kids in the World.
If you are a parent and you aren’t now rushing out to buy this book … you’re an idiot. It was the best $30 I’ve spent this month. I’m certainly not the best parent in the world – but if I can do a few little things to help make Finn happier in his childhood then I will damn sure do it. I’ll keep you posted as I discover more awesomeness in the book.
P.S. Thanks to Rina Mae Acosta and Michele Hutchison for co-authoring the book. You guys rock.
There are modern day expectations placed on all of us, most of all, us parents. There has been a very definite box that we have all been thrown in to – and how dare we step out of it. Well, you know me well enough that I don’t do boxes and I’m not a follower. I like to define my own course, make my own mistakes and have fun along the way.
As a new parent I have always tried to be the best dad and husband in every way. It’s the most rewarding experience but also the most draining. I see so many couples who have kids and fast forward 5 years, they are miserable and unhappy. Why? Because they have lost track of who they are as an individual. You might be a parent to your child and a partner to your spouse. But you are also still an individual. We all need our own space, our own time and an opportunity to let our hair down.
This last month has presented itself with a few opportunities. Opportunities to get some extra sleep. However, I’ve used those opportunities to head out to the city and rub shoulders with fellow adults and consume copious amounts of yummy food and a fair lashing of alcohol. I’m not talking white girl wasted here, just a few cheeky brewskis. Lisa and I felt a bit guilty at first that we were heading out for a night whilst Finn was having a sleepover. But honestly – it was the best thing we did.
If you are constantly on “mum” or “dad” mode then you aren’t going to be at your best. You will likely burn out. Whether it’s a night out on the town, a workout at the Gym, a day at the spa or a weekend away … do whatever tickles your pickle.
Being a parent in the modern era ain’t easy. Try being good parent rather than a perfect parent. You will be happier and so will your family. In life, shit happens. Let it be. Let people judge, and care not what they think. Bottoms up!
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It’s been a day or two since I put pen to paper (or whatever the digital equivalent is!), but for good reason. We’ve uplifted our lives and shifted them over the last few weeks. And yes, my Instagram account has suffered … but I’m committed to reaching 7K followers within the next 7 days. Lol. I can’t have my followers thinking I’ve checked out.
It’s been an epic few weeks, moving from our family home into our school boarding house. Lisa is loving her new position as Assistant House Manager. It happens to be at the same school where I’m teaching drums – major bonus for my commute! I was wondering how Finn would handle the transition. The first week was rough, really rough. We had a trip to the after hours, 5 trips to the GP and a bazillion millilitres of babymeds. It was torturous and Finn was not his usual self. But this past week has been epic. He’s back to his usual cheeky self.
Reflecting on the past few weeks has forced me to consider what impact this new life might have on Finn in his early years. I have to highlight that Lisa nor I have any blood-family here in New Zealand. We are so lucky to have a few amazing friends though, and they have adopted Finn as one of their own. But thinking about the boarding scenario … it’s awesome. I’m struggling to pinpoint any negatives. Finn is now surrounded by a huge amount of older brothers and sisters. His new living room is the Common Room and his new backyard is several acres of playing fields and sports grounds. He’s already made a few BFFs at the dining room. Dinner for Finn is one huge social occasion. His most favourite people are Aunty Alice, Didi and Molly. I blogged a few months back about the old one-liner “It takes a village to raise a child”. And I’m truly seeing the truth in that right now. These new people in Finn’s life are going to have a profound impact on his childhood. I’m so grateful that Finn gets this amazing opportunity.
I have no doubt that there will be many hilarious stories to be told of Finn’s upbringing at the Boarding House. Stay posted!
It totally baffles me, how we can send humans to space, explore the deep sea and fly in the sky but we cannot keep runny poos in a nappy!
As a new dad I have become very skilled at discovering singlets covered in runny poo and doing my best to remedy the situation. To all of the budding entrepreneurs out there and the Delboy Trotters – I challenge you. I challenge you to create the indestructible diaper. You can even use the “indestructible diaper” brand name if you wish, thank me later. If someone could create a diaper that does not explode every time a runny poo hits it, they would be a multi billionaire overnight.
I ask you to find one parent who will disagree with me. I promise you won’t find that parent . There is nothing worse than changing your babies nappy, washing clothes and adorning some new garments. Only to discover 30 seconds later that the same thing just happened. Repeat this four times within a 30 minute time frame and you have a little glimpse of what it’s like to be the parent of a toddler.
If you are excited to become a parent, please don’t let this put you off. It is simply the most epic journey of all time but it can be challenging. Here’s to the next solid poop.
Well, she’s been one big old week. If life was a roller coaster – I’ve just experienced it first hand. All in all though it’s been a cracker.
Rewinding to last Saturday : Lisa and I were celebrating some epic news. Hold your horses folks … no baby news … we aren’t planning or hoping for anything on that front! We cracked the Dom Perignon to mark a very special day – the day that we found out Lisa got an amazing job offer. It’s an absolutely amazing job and the whole experience for Lisa (and for us two lads) will be so cool. I’ll be sure to blog about it as our lifestyle is about to change substantially. We’ll be well and truly surrounded by culture, community and awesomeness. More on that front soon.
But the next day wasn’t so flash. Don’t be running to conclusions though – it wasn’t a hangover or anything silly like that. Lisa started puking (and the rest that accompanies the stomach flu) Sunday afternoon. Then our friends got the bug and Finny had the runs too. Ever had a Thai Laksa? Well that perfectly matched his nappies. I was the only one feeling chipper. I couldn’t figure out why it had skipped me but I was counting my lucky stars. Must be the luck of the Irish?!
Lisa started to pick up a few days later. Then suddenly I felt a strange wave rush over me after dinner Tuesday night. And the fun began. Irish luck turned to Murphy’s Law. It was shocking. I can’t go in to detail – you might never return to my blog! But I have to say, we were bloody lucky that we didn’t both get sick at the same time. I honestly don’t know how we would have coped with the little guy that night. We would have had to call in the troops. But then you feel like you don’t want to ask anyone for help because you don’t want them to get sick … it’s a dilemma. What would you do??!!
Anyways – the week is coming to a close and I’m managing to keep down my Green Tea and crumpets so that’s just marvellous.
Finn is still delivering vindaloo a little too often in those nappies of his but the Doctor assures me it will pass. For now, he’s been banned from Daycare. But for all the right reasons! It’s important as parents we don’t spread this sh$t around (literally) – so make sure you respect your daycare’s policies and also invest in some hand sanitiser and a gas mask!
Till next time.
It’s a well known fact that women are much more organised, much cleaner and more hygienic than us blokes. Now that’s a generalisation but it’s mostly true. Why on earth is that? Do blokes just push these essentials down the priority list? It’s a little disgusting when you start to look at the details.
A tip for you ladies out there – don’t ever shake a mans hand. Ever. Do what the Japanese do and offer a little bow, or do as the cool kids do and offer a fist pump. Why am I telling you this? Well – I’m a slightly OCD hygiene freak. I hate germs and I hate smells. The thought of BO has me running for the deodorant. Chewing gum is an essential part of my daily kit. Dettol wipes are everywhere. And I wash my hands 20+ times a day.
You ladies must wonder what goes on in the male toilets. Well maybe not, but I’m going to tell you anyway. Blokes will do their essential toilet ablutions, and then proceed to head on out the door without any form of hand washing. Lads will do number twos and forget to wash their hands. I sh#t you not! Not every male does this, but from experience I would say I witness 8/10 males not washing their hands after they go to the toilet. It is absolutely rotten. They are the same blokes that hand over a $20 note to the oblivious cashier for their lunch. The same blokes who shake your hand in the boardroom only a few minutes after walking out of the toilet. Sorry for painting this terrible picture! But it’s time that things change.
Ladies – I ask you to chat to your bloke about this post. He will likely tell you he always washes his hands but the numbers don’t lie – 8/10 DO not wash their hands.
I for certain don’t want to be shaking the sweaty, grimey hands of these blokes and then carrying their germs home to my family.
Sort it out lads. It’s time to be a modern bloke. Use the handwash, and start your sons young with this habit. Change starts at home.
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Who hasn’t heard of the “terrible twos”!? We’ve all heard of those tantrum-fuelled horror stories. Those supermarket moments where the little rascal lays down across the shopping aisle screaming bloody murder. I’ve even witnessed scenes like this unfolding and I’ve always thought that the parents need a wake up call and ought to learn to discipline their child. However, times have changed. I am now THAT parent being glared at by the mid-20s non-parent. Yup, role reversal is legit.
For those of you who know me, you will know that I am merely twelve months into this parenting malarkey. A few months back I was told that Finn was “advanced”. It’s the old one-liner that every parent just loves to hear. But honestly, I think he is just downright outsmarting me. He is very switched on and knows exactly how to get what he wants.
The Sky TV remote is like Finn’s little fix. It’s his mission to successfully pilfer the remote, and proceed to change the channel. If he notices that the TV channel has changed he will start scanning the room like a hungry Eagle spotting dinner, just so he can see who has his favourite toy. I often think I’m outsmarting him and try to change the channel then attempt to hide the remote under a pillow. But I swear he has eyes on the back of his head. Within 30 seconds he has tracked down his prey!
As of late, I have noticed Finn belting out his hideous scream. It’s frightfully unbearable. It’s usually when he’s munching on a cracker and he spots a Chicken Curry on my plate. Once he realises that I am on superior fodder it’s game over. Once he gets what he wants he instantly cuts out the screaming and seamlessly breaks into a little chuckle.
How on earth do we sort this little rascal out? Honestly – it is so funny at times. But I don’t want to be that parent who constantly appeases their child. The last thing I wish for is a gaming-addicted, self righteous teenager. And I’m told 10 years goes by in a flash.
If you have any genius parenting discipline tips for Hurricane Finn, please feel free to share!