Showing posts with label Parenting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Parenting. Show all posts

Thursday, September 22, 2011

How young is too young to fight?

I am moved this morning by this video clip of boys under-10 cage fighting.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mMESAwK9qRw
The outcry has been, generally, not in favour of the activity for such young men.
I’m not so sure.
Cage fighting needs discipline, fitness and courage – in doses that would set any man apart from the multitude.
Would you rather the boys watch TV or be training to fight?
The machoness in me without a doubt sees the training as better.
It’s the environment and cage that make it barbaric. To say the least.
At what age should a boy start to box, then?

Monday, February 8, 2010

My sisters were good students and me and my bro had no pressure

As a parent I believed I would never push my children to academic excellence merely for the sake of it. If they did their best and reached their potential that was enough.
Yet, as they move into higher classes I find myself increasingly worked up when I don’t see 90-plus marks.
And all the time I’m reminded of how good my parents were to me growing up. There was never really any pressure.
Given that they had an in-your-face, naughty-by-nature terror and a sly-fly for sons, they were remarkably cool. A few good thrashings, but no pressure.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Be aware

I generalize. If you don’t like Man Utd, you’re a loser. And so with kids.
You cannot love all the same. Not for wanting or trying, but just because the human in you will tend towards one. The preference may keep changing with time. As you age, you will achieve an average median that will ensure, hopefully, your choice does not wreck the life of the lesser loved. But, I think, if you are aware of this, you may in fact work harder to love the one you love less. Makes sense? It’s not supposed to. It’s called parenting.