Birthday parties here, as in most houses, are a source of huge excitement. The challenge usually, is trying to find something a little bit different and in this case, something that’s a little bit extra exciting for the Christmas baby, whose birthday is often overshadowed by the season’s festivities. So when the Ski Centre, Sandyford, got in touch and offered to host my son’s birthday party – well there was nothing else he wanted to consider.
As the day drew closer excitement levels were sky high amongst the birthday boy and his friends, most of whom had never been on the slopes before – and that didn’t matter at all.
What to wear
All specialst equipment (boots, skis etc) is provided so prepping is really easy. All you need to do is make sure your child is wearing comfortable sportswear and thick socks. Personally I’d go for easily-removed layers, because the kids warm up as the session progresses.
On the day
Parents have to sign a waiver before their children take part. You’re asked to arrive 20 minutes early so that waivers can be checked and your child can be matched with their equipment. There’s an Alpine games room available with air ice-hockey tables and football tables where the children can play before the party starts. Parents also have the option to order pizza for party food from 4 Start pizza which is nearby and runs special deals with the Ski centre, or if you prefer you can bring your own food. You’ll need to bring your own birthday cake! The centre provide cordial free of charge.
There’s an Apres Ski/Party room for party food after the children are finished on the slopes.
On the indoor “piste”
All staff are fully trained and they couldn’t have been kinder or more patient with the children on the day – irrespective of ability. Activities and skills were honed on the revolving slope which simulated real ski runs. There were giggles and laughter galore as their confidence grew and nobody wanted to come off the slopes at the end!
The added bonus for the birthday child is that they’re gifted a skiing lesson to be used at another time as part of the birthday package
The skiing party more than lived up to expectations. The children loved it and the birthday boy announced it to be his best party ever. The staff were great, the facilities were great and the novelty aspect was ideal. I have no doubt we’ll be back again
Pricing and booking
Pricing varies, depending on the day and the numbers – pricing details can all be accessed here
The party was gifted to us, but as always my review is based on whether I’d have felt it was value for money had I paid. Having seen the enjoyment my birthday boy and his friends got the party, it’s a definte thumbs up from us.
Jessica is a mum of two. She’s in her thirties and was very career focused prior to becoming a mother. Now, along with juggling the demands of parenting two very young children, she is carer for her elderly father.
Here, Jessica speaks to me about the realities of the huge demands placed upon her and the challenges of being part of the “sandwich generation”
Becoming Dad’s carer….
I’ve been caring for dad probably since the death of my mother over a decade ago. He was very well and independent up until 5 years ago when he had a long spell in hospital following a stroke.
After my mum passed away myself and dad continued living in the family home. I suppose I always felt I had to mind him (and everyone else) as it is in my nature to look after others.
My siblings see my father for a combined amount of 2-3 hours per week. I have to ask for anything else I need help with. Some weeks they’ll cancel and the weeks they do come I always have to check with them what’s happening. If we need a few days break they’ll stay with him but we do need to ask.
What Dad needs…
Supervision is the main one. And constant reassurance.
He wont stay alone at night.
I do the shopping, meals, sort prescriptions, tablets, doctor visits, help him with very simple tasks like turning on the tv & dialling numbers for him on the phone, finding items for him, washing and putting away clothes, tidying room, washing the floor in room, arranging respite and organising everything in relation to it. At weekends I have to wash and dress him along with changing incontinence wear…..its an exhausting list.
The knock on effect on my children…
This upsets me….mainly because they are coming to an age where they want to be out and about and EVERYTHING we do as a family has to be planned around Dad.
They might be crying, looking for my attention and I might be with my dad at the time.
Because its mentally tough going, I might have a short fuse at times and they unfortunately get the brunt of it. My older child has started to say “Mammy what did Grandad do to you?” if he sees me upset.
And on my relationship with my husband…
We have no space or time for ourselves. We can’t ever just go off on a whim…
My partner is a very patient man, but ive seen him getting very stressed about the toll its taking. It’s never been just the two of us since we got married.
Availing of respite…
Dad is under the care of a very good consultant through the public system and they spoke to him about going for respite. He goes but makes it very clear to us that he doesn’t like it!
The biggest challenges…
How long have you gotÂ – everything needs to be planned around my dad. I feel the majority of people have no idea what’s involved in our daily lives. I have friends who are more emotionally aware and supportive than anyone else.
Another challenge as I see it, is that my dad was never really there for us as a father figure (that generation maybe?). While he worked hard and we had fun at times, I’ve never had a relationship with my dad the way my husband has with his dad. I was very fortunate to have the best mum on the world and 1-2 very close people who I look up to as parents.
My dad had/has his own issues from his childhood and I now realise this is what possibly has affected the way he relates to his own children. We never experienced abuse in any form, so that’s not what I mean. I just feel emotionally he shows more anger and crossness than love or affection.
The morning of our wedding he cried the whole way to the church. He knew I wasn’t leaving the family home but I suppose he felt he was now going to have to ‘share me’ with my husband.
Not being able to speak about it openly…
Because I dont want to hurt anyone, especially my dad. I know if I said what I really want to say to them, it would cause arguments and that wouldn’t achieve anything. My family could do a lot more. We have had very open meetings about it and while the same issues come up again and again nothing much ever changes.
Whatever they will feel after my dad passes away will not be the same for myself or my husband. We give up everything to look after my dad and while it’s tough, we will always know we did the right thing by him, and my mum. The day before she died she said to all of us “mind your dad” and that is what I am doing.
Getting “me” time…
Only a possibility when he goes to the day centre and respite.
What would make the biggest difference…
The next natural step for dad is to go into long term careÂ -so that would be what makes the difference. I know it might sound cruel but I really feel it’s the way he’s going. He was sick with a chest infection a few weeks ago and I really felt I couldn’t do this much longer. It was not only affecting me, it was affecting my children and husband.
Advice to other members of the “Sandwich Generation”…
Avail of all the professional help that you can via PHN or GP and do it as soon as you begin caring. . Family will only do so much and in general there will always be one person who takes the brunt. I know there’s the carers association too but I haven’t availed of their service – yet!
Because of the line of work I am in, I’m lucky that my friends and colleagues ‘get it”
I felt in a way I was letting him down by accepting external help but a social worker said to me ” respite etc is not for him it’s for you”, and it totally changed my outlook.
When we were invited along to The Junior Explorer Tour in Croke Park recently, I was delighted – not least because a few of my kids have developed a real interest in GAA and several of them had never been to Croke Park before. There was also the added bonus that my sports-mad hubby and I would get to see parts of Croke Park that we hadn’t seen before. So on a bright and cold Saturday morning, we bundled up and headed off with the four of the children.
What “The Little Explorers Tour” involves.
The tour started at 10:30am with a meet and greet with CluasÃ³g, the hare, and a chance to have the kids’ photo taken with him. Then it was onwards to explore with (in our case anyway) the most enthusiastic tour guide we could have asked for.
The guide involved the children every step of the way, asking questions as we went along and chatting to their kids about their favourite teams and experiences. In the players’ lounge we learned that the enormous Waterford Crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling is insured for a six figure sum, can be made to shine any colour (except black) and has 32 football shaped globes hanging from it to represent the 32 counties. Then the guide did his bit for all the parents there by informing the kids that the meals provided for the players are dictated by a nutritionist and that you can’t be a fussy eater if you want to succeed in GAA sports!
The players dressing room caused huge excitement and the county jerseys were on display – even their daddy’s home county, Carlow!
He found his own though too !
The youngest meanwhile much preferred the county colours of Clare!
During our time in the players’ dressing room, our tour guide spoke us to about the players’ preparations ahead of a game and, as I was delighted to hear, focused on the women’s teams too! The women’s football final had an attendance of over 50,000 -the highest attendance of a women’s sporting event globally in 2018
Then after a quick look around the warm up room, it was time to run out the players’ tunnel to the sound of bands playing music and the crowd roaring – it was brilliantly realistic.
Inside the grounds is hugely impressive – no surprise as it’s the third largest stadium in Europe. And once there, there was a chance to hold the *Sam Maguire and *Liam MacCarthy cups aloft (*may not have been the real thing ;-))
One cup may have almost been as big as the youngest..
Afterwards it was back to the museum where there’s loads to see and the kids are given the task of finding the clues on the young explorers passport. There’s also an interactive area where the kids can test their sporting skills – and the parents had great craic testing them too!
We absolutely loved and if I’m honest it was even better than I anticipated. The tour takes about an hour and a half andÂ the kids were engrossed the whole way around. The Junior Explorer Tour was described as being of interest to all family members but particularly those under 8 – I’d actually dispute that. I think it will hold appeal for children up to age of 12. My 10 and 12 year olds loved it!
If you fancy going along yourself
The tours are running from the GAA museum every Saturday morning at 10:30 a.m until May 18th and the route is fully pushchair and wheelchair accessible. If you fancy going along you can book tickets here
*We were invited as guests to The Junior Explorer Tour but my review is a completely honest reflection of my experience.
Christine from Dublin is 37 and married to fellow Dub, Stephen. They have one child, Elizabeth who is 15 months old and Christine is just over 5 months pregnant with their second baby.
Little Elizabeth has a visible strawberry birthmark in the middle of her forehead, which has resulted inÂ plenty of stares and other unwelcome reactions from others in public.
Here Christine talks to me about coping with these reactions, her future worries for her daughter and how it feels to be the parent of a child with a prominent birthmark in an age that’s obsessed with appearances.
I found out I was expecting in December 2016 and had a really normal pregnancy (although I had nothing to compare it with!). I had morning sickness up until about week 14 but nothing severe, mainly nausea. I was able to continue with work, had normal blood pressure and attended the â€˜Dominoâ€™ Scheme where my maternity appointments alternated between my GP and Midwife. Iâ€™m quite tall so Elizabeth had plenty of room to stretch out and it was quite late in the pregnancy before I had to start wearing maternity clothes. So all in all pretty much the dream pregnancy!
My due date was the 27th July so when I started having twinges on the 8th July I presumed they were Braxton Hicks and honestly thought Iâ€™d have another 5 weeks of pregnancy ahead. Even so Iâ€™d also had a bit of â€œshowâ€ that week so my husband, Stephen said letâ€™s get the hospital bags in the car to be on the safe side (like, how thick was I when I look back on it!!). I went to work that day, came home, got changed, and went out for dinner with my friends, all the while Elizabeth was planning her big entrance. Stephen collected me from town and I went to bed around 10 or 11pm. I was restless and was starting to realise that the twinges (contractions you fool!) were getting more intense and were actually quite regular until pop went my waters at 1am. We started timing the contractions then and realised it was time to hot foot it to the Rotunda. I arrived around 1.30/1.45am and was assessed as being 2 or 3cm so we had â€œplenty of timeâ€. There was no delivery room available so we waited in the public waiting room and then the assessment room until eventually it was time to head upstairs. I got to the delivery room at 4.03am and promptly asked for an epidural however, the next words from my mouth were â€œI need to pushâ€ and Elizabeth arrived at 4.16am on Sunday 9th July weighing 7lbs 7oz. A squidgy little bundle of amazingness.
There was no indication at all beforehand and in fact, there was no birthmark visible when she was born. The Haemangioma (also known as a Strawberry Birthmark) appeared as a tiny red dot when she was around one week old.
Elizabeth had some broken blood vessels around her eyes from the delivery so I presumed that this new red dot on her forehead, between her eyes, was something similar. She had a really faint, small red dot on her stomach too and the â€œstork markâ€ on the back of her neck which I think is fairly common. I donâ€™t remember being concerned initially, it was so small and I had no clue what it was so I guess I just assumed it would disappear. Over the weeks as it grew we were obviously concerned but were reassured that they were common and that they tend to disappear themselves.
It was the Public Health Nurse that visited us at home that first took note of it and advised that we keep a check on it. Itâ€™s amazing how quickly they grow and week by week it started getting bigger and bigger. We started to research them through â€œDr Googleâ€ of course but there is a lot of mixed information and when we visited our GP he said they were common and didnâ€™t seem worried by it.
Historically the â€œwatch and waitâ€ approach is taken with Haemangiomas and with us being completely naive and uneducated about them, thatâ€™s what we did. We waited and watched as it continued to grow, and grow. It was at Elizabethâ€™s 3 month check up with the Public Health Nurse that things finally got moving. The Nurse was not at all happy with what she was seeing and recommended I push for a referral to a dermatologist to get it checked. Some Haemangiomas are slightly raised red areas but Elizabeths is â€œmixedâ€ so has the red part but also has a large bump underneath that makes it more pronounced.
Our GP referred us to Temple Street straight away but we were initially told it could take a year to get an appointment. From what we had read online this was fairly useless as haemangiomas grow quite rapidly up to age one before they start to recede. We decided to request a referral to the Private Clinic instead and were seen by Dr Fiona Browne within 2 weeks. In fairness to Dr Browne she said that even if we had been referred to her on the Public list she would have prioritized Elizabeth because of the location of her H (being close to her eye the skin is thinner and susceptible to ulcerating/scarring plus there was the possibility of her eyesight being affected). So we saw Dr Browne and within a couple of days were back in Temple Street to undergo tests and start treatment. Elizabeth takes an oral medication called Propranolol twice a day. Itâ€™s a beta blocker so her blood pressure and blood sugars were monitored in hospital during her first dose and we have monthly appointments now to get these checked and also to get weighed and have her dose altered as she grows bigger.
Not all babies with haemangiomasâ€™s are given treatment, it can depend on the size and location of them but usually if they are large or near the eye, mouth or nose, treatment will be given.
The reactions of others to Elizabeth…
It varies but the most common reactions are:
Ignoring it, shock, telling a story about someone they know that has/had one
Its impact on my experience of parenthood…
I canâ€™t express how much I adore Elizabeth. She made me a Mammy. Something I didnâ€™t really know I wanted to be until I had her. She has the most beautiful blue eyes and a little button nose and squishy cheeks. She loves animals, bubbles and going to the park. Sheâ€™s amazing. Most days I donâ€™t even think about the birthmark. Itâ€™s a part of her and a part of what makes her unique and individual.
Except some days thereâ€™s that â€œif onlyâ€ thought that pops into your head. If only she didnâ€™t have the birthmark. If only it was somewhere else and not in the middle of her forehead. If only we didnâ€™t have to spend every visit outside the house waiting for a look, frown, stare, question, comment. If only we could have baby photos without it. If only I wasnâ€™t such a horrible, superficial person and could just ignore it. There are a million and one things that she could have that are a million times worseâ€¦
The treatment plan…
So, the disappointing thing for us has been that the Propranolol which is a miracle medicine for so many people has had little to no effect in shrinking Elizabethâ€™s H (itâ€™s as stubborn as she is!). In saying that thereâ€™s no way for us to know how big it could have grown if she hadnâ€™t started taking it so in fairness, at the very least it may have stopped her H from ulcerating or affecting her vision.
We visit the Dermatology Dept. in Temple Street every 4 weeks. The Nurses and Consultants there are brilliant. They check that Elizabethâ€™s blood pressure and blood sugars are normal. She is also weighed to make sure she is on the correct dosage of Propranolol for her weight and for now thatâ€™s the treatment weâ€™ll continue on until we make a decision about whether to seek to have it surgically removed or leave it to see if it will involute naturally.
The hardest part of having a child with a visible birthmark…
In some ways I think this will change over time but the silent looks are probably the hardest thing to deal with. Should I ignore them? Should I pull people up on them? I always try to catch the eye of the person and give them the big smile if I can. Itâ€™s funny how this sometimes takes them off guard and they realise they have been â€œcaught outâ€.
Worrying about what to teach Elizabeth to say as she gets older and making sure we instil her with enough confidence to ensure sheâ€™s not affected by future comments is another thing I think about a lot. Itâ€™s not something that we want to make a huge issue of but at the same time, itâ€™s there and weâ€™d be stupid to think that it wonâ€™t be something that sheâ€™ll become more aware of as she grows up.
Kids are great and much more open about asking about it (much to the mortification of their parents which makes me laugh). I always try to tell the kids a little bit about it before the parents embarrassedly whoosh them away.
â€œShe has a big red lump on her headâ€
â€œWhatâ€™s that thing on her head?â€
â€œIs it sore?â€
â€œEurghâ€ followed by recoiling in horror dramatically
â€œWhat happened to her head!?â€
â€œDid she fall?â€
â€œGod love herâ€
â€œYou must have gotten a terrible fright when you saw itâ€
(The parent of the recoiling child above) â€œThat little girl wonâ€™t be bold again will she, her Mammy gave her that because she was boldâ€ â€“ Iâ€™m not sure why I didnâ€™t tell that man to STFU actually.
To be honest a lot of the worst ones are the â€œlooksâ€. I think if someone comments itâ€™s easier to open a conversation and explain what it is but I get really upset sometimes when weâ€™re out and I can see someone up ahead clocking it and then proceeding to stare with a frown on their face as they get closer.
I often say itâ€™s like they donâ€™t even realise that they are staring at a human baby like sheâ€™s an alien or a curiosity (OK and now Iâ€™m crying, sorry). I have left our local shopping centre in tears because of the stares. There are days it doesnâ€™t bother me at all and then there are days when I feel like shouting at people. Sometimes I think about getting leaflets printed with an explanation about haemangiomas and keeping them in the buggy so I can hand them out to the people who stareâ€¦
Generally haemangiomas grow rapidly until age one and then start to shrink or involute naturally. The involution is very gradual though and could take up to age ten. The Propranolol usually speeds this up but in our case this hasnâ€™t happened.
We have been offered steroid injections as a next step but Elizabeth would have to go under general anaesthetic for these and we have decided that as the haemangioma is not growing or causing any complications with her eyesight, weâ€™ll hold off getting these done. Thereâ€™s also no guarantee they will actually work.
For us, itâ€™s looking like we would have to leave it and just continue with the Propranolol and see what happens or we could decide to have it removed. Again, this would be under general anaesthetic so not over the moon at the idea but I think if we do decide to go with the surgery itâ€™ll be before she starts school. This plays on my mind a bit though. Who would we be getting it removed for? Elizabeth? Ourselves? Other people? The kids in school?
My fears for Elizabeth…
Thankfully sheâ€™s too young now but as she gets older my biggest fear is for when she starts to notice people looking at her differently or understands the comments. School is obviously a big worry too although younger kids are generally more accepting and once you say â€œthatâ€™s her strawberry birthmark, it doesnâ€™t hurt and will disappear when sheâ€™s olderâ€ thatâ€™s basically that for them!
I think part of my fear is that we equip her with the strength of character to be able to respond confidently to any queries or remarks herself if/when the time comesâ€¦ All anyone wants is for their child to be happy and healthy.
If you meet us…
Personally I prefer to be asked about it. It means I can explain what it is and educate people a little bit. We meet lots of people that have experience with them and tell us the stories of their sisters, friends or neighbour who had one on their arm, leg, head and it just disappeared. But for every one of these people you meet more, just like us at the beginning, who donâ€™t really know what it is or anything about them.
Advice for other parents in the same situation…
One of the best things that happened to me was when I came across a couple of Birthmark Support Groups on Facebook (Hemangioma Parents Group and Birthmark Support Group). Thousands of parents of babies and children with haemangiomas, some bigger and more complicated than ours and some smaller. Some on topical treatment, some on oral medication, some having surgery and some deciding not to treat at all. No judgement, no staring, just understanding and support.
Knowing that we werenâ€™t the only people out there with these feelings and worries, and coming across so many other parents who felt exactly like we do was amazing and a huge relief to me. It gave me a lot of perspective, took away some of the guilty feelings, and gave me more confidence in handling comments when weâ€™re out in public.
I would recommend any parents of a baby with a birthmark to ask for a referral to a Paediatric Dermatologist who can assess it and then help you decide whether to treat it or not. You donâ€™t have to just watch and wait.
I was a volunteer with the Irish Coast Guard for 11 years and having to retire broke my heart – unfortunately seven children and being a volunteer with the emergency services donâ€™t mix. I absolutely loved it and met and made friends with some of the most amazing people on this planet. Iâ€™m not sure people realise how truly dedicated Coast Guard volunteers are or the demands that being a volunteer place on their families too. I hope one day – if life ever settles down and manageable chaos returns – that I can rejoin.
I play the accordion and my claim to fame is that I played it at Croke Park as part of the half time entertainment during a match once (actually now that I come to think of it, it was probably pre-match â€“ in fairness, it was a long time ago and the size of the crowds were rather intimidating!)
I was an absolute football fanatic growing up. My room had football wallpaper and curtains and the walls were covered in posters of my favourite players. I wasnâ€™t into the typical teenage girl magazines, preferring to buy â€œ90 minutesâ€, â€œMatchâ€ or â€œShoot”.Â I used to play for a ladies football team back when it was less common â€“ ( however, playing and being any good at it were two very different things as I proved.)
I wanted to be a sports journalist when I was at school. I had the option to study journalism but instead went to UCD where I met my husband. The rest is history â€“ and kinda current as it turns out, though Iâ€™ve yet to write about sportâ€¦.
I taught Maths and English many years ago. I have yet to convince my children however, of the beauty of non-subjective maths!
I am a huge Michael Jackson and Queen fan. One of my childrenâ€™s middle name is Michael because of my fanaticism. My husband is very embarrassed by this fact – but he relented having just witnessed the spectacle of childbirth. He tells everyone however that the name Michael is after an uncle.
I lived and went school in America for a period in the late 80â€™s/early 90â€™s when my parents emigrated. I havenâ€™t been back since. But itâ€™s on my bucket list.
I was pregnant at some stage of every year from 2000-2015. Multiple miscarriages however, meant that every pregnancy, sadly, did not end with a baby.
The world of boys was all new to me. Although six sons and one daughter make up my brood â€“ I come from a house of four girls! I am now well-adjusted to the world of farts, underpants- resistance and wee puddles by the toilet
Oooh and another claim to fame Iâ€™ve just remembered. When I was about 14 I was in a TV ad for sausages. The ad however, was only broadcast in parts of Asia and Africa. For transparency purposes I feel I should add that I do not like sausages. ðŸ˜‚
So ahem, cough, cough, (and more awkward coughing…)
Mama-tude is up for Best Parenting Blog at the Boots Maternity and Infant Awards and I would be eternally and incredibly grateful if you could vote for meÂ please. It only takes a couple of seconds – just click on the orange button below (and then click vote for this product)
You can take the girl out of the high-heels, but you can’t take the high heels out of the girl – or so the saying goes, well at least so I reckon it should go!
I’ve always loved my high-heels – the higher the better generally. They’re a wardrobe staple in my book, so when Hotter Shoes got in touch to see if I’d like to try out a pair of their shoes I wasn’t sure I’d find something that could convince me to abandon my usual style. Looking through their brochure however, the magpie in me was immediately drawn to a rose-gold pair in their Gravity range.
TheÂ Gravity range are described as having “breathable, perforated, sleek leather or velvet nubuck uppers, with padded collar and tongue and cushioned insole for all-round comfort and support”. Reading this and given what I’d heard on the grapevine about the Hotter Shoes range, I had high expectations of comfort. I’ll be honest – they didn’t disappoint. Not only were they as stylish in reality as they appeared in the brochure, they immediately felt incredibly comfortable and supportive without any wearing-in period – a definite first for me.
The change in style was spotted immediately by my nearest and dearest and everyone who saw them complimented my shoes. My father-in-law even went so far as to say I seemed more balanced in them now that I wasn’t “tottering about”. The jury is still out on whether or not I should accept that particular “compliment”!
Hotter Shoes not only very kindly gifted me a pair of shoes to try myself, they’ve also given me a pair (which can be chosen from either the Brooke or Gravity range) to give away to a lucky Mama-tude follower. So if you fancy a new pair of stylish, incredibly comfortableÂ and according to my father in law, balance-enhancing shoes* then just come on over the Mama-tude Facebook page to try your luck. And remember, if you’re not in you can’t win!
*Â My father in law *may not be an expert in determining what are balance enhancing shoes
*My father in law is definitely not an expert in determining what are balance enhancing shoes
When my children were born, I thought a lot about the direction their lives might take. Could one grow up be a famous doctor whoâ€™d discover a cure for cancer or some other terrible disease? Might one prove to be a talented footballer whose goal in extra time would see Man Utd relegated after a particularly poor season? Was there a chance that I might end up attending the Oscars on the arm of one talented actor son or daughter who felt their mammy was the only person who truly deserved to be their â€œplus oneâ€? Or did musical accolade await another whose fans would spend hours online trying to get tickets to their concerts that were destined to sell out in minutes?
And then the morphine wore off and I focused on the most important thingâ€“ that they would be happy.
But the world and real life seems to measure things differently. As any parent of more than one child knows, the same ingredients donâ€™t necessarily produce the same results. Just like Bassets we have allsorts in this house â€“ and I love that they are so different. Personalities, interests, abilities – all hugely different, and all contributing to the wonderful unique child that each one is.
And each unique child learns to measure themselves by standardised tests, sporting achievement and dramatic excellence. Hard work is valued and championed and success rightly acknowledged â€“ but why are all things not measured equally.
Where is the value on kindness? We know that youth mental health has never been under so much pressure. We know the influence of their peers has the potential to be with them always. We know they have to find their own way in the world without us always by their side. But while itâ€™s not a single layered issue, there is a fundamental change we could make â€“ a change in emphasis.
We see lots of advice given on what to do if things do wrong but itâ€™s reactionary and forgets that most important point â€“ prevention is better than cure.
Kindness and empathy are applauded and celebrated when our children are toddlers and smallies, and though in theory, an ethos may remain once they go to school, as the years progress and the targets become more obvious it becomes apparent that excelling at kindness doesnâ€™t feature to the same degree.
Itâ€™s probably not a deliberate omission, but how lovely it would be to see it as a deliberate inclusion, throughout the entire school cycle, recognising the different and yet same shape it can take as our children get older. A focus away from the books and the sports field. A focus on caring and compassion and thinking of others. A focus on words, actions and consequences and how to build each other up, rather than tear each other down. A focus that makes up as consistent a part of their education as their academic studies and sporting outlets.
And a focus that would surely lead to a lot more happiness.
Maybe when the morphine of achievement and competitiveness wears offâ€¦.
A huge and very warm welcome to Mama-tude’s new site!
I have some pretty big and exciting upcoming projects in the pipeline so it seemed the perfect time to launch my new site which was all designed and basically put together forÂ me by my brilliant friend Andrew Barnes – whose own blog you can and should check out hereÂ
So have a look around Mama-tude.com , take comfort in the familiar and let me know what you think. There’s past posts,Â newspaper articles, podcasts and reviews of my book to be found – and a little info about me too.
And my social media buttons are there too – so if you’re not following me already across the different channels,Â please do. I love to have the chats.
So all that’s left for me to do nowÂ is cut the virtual ribbon and declare Mama-tude’s new site open. Go forth, explore and enjoy!!
The EasterÂ hols are here and thanks to recent snow days and a patron saintâ€™s bank holiday,Â the novelty of having the kids at home may have worn off before itâ€™s evenÂ begun!
So to keepÂ your troops occupied and your sanity in check, Iâ€™ve compiled a list of cheap orÂ free things to do over the coming two weeks. May the force be with you throughÂ it all!
1. Cinema clubs â€“ the old reliable, especially for those rainy or cold days. Many cinemas have morning screenings of kidsâ€™ movies at a reduced rate over the school holidays. Some even discount their popcorn and fizz for an extra treat!
2. Picnic at the park â€“ make hay while (and if) the sun shines. Lunch outdoors is an adventure of its own. Throw in a football or take in a playground and the kids can burn off some energy while youâ€™re at it.
3. Write a family newspaper â€“ as simple as it sounds. Assign all kids in the house a story to cover relating to your family or whatâ€™s going on that day. Then add some phone-taken photos or some drawings to accompany their articles and voila â€“ you have your equivalent of â€œThe Hogan Timesâ€ and the bonus of something for â€œshow and tellâ€ upon their return!
4. Visit the National Museum – Thereâ€™s loads to see and entry is free! Thanks to school projects thereâ€™s sure to be several things that catch your childrenâ€™s attention and itâ€™s a pretty enjoyable visit for parents too. You can find more info at www.museum.ie
5. Playdates – Â Have some pals over to keep your troops occupied. Thereâ€™s always the chance the favour might be returned over the course of the holidays, giving the double bonus of another dayâ€™s fun for your child and a bit of breathing space for you.
6. Go swimming – An activity everyone can enjoy, thatâ€™s not weather dependent or overly expensive. And it might tire them out a bit too!
7. Visit some relatives, or invite some over – Â With the restrictions of school and after school activities itâ€™s hard to find the time to visit relations who might live that bit further away. If cousins are involved, the visit made or received is sure to cause even more excitement.
8. Board games – Always fun and often overlooked in favour of the computer type. And the great thing is that all ages can get involved!
9. Treasure hunt (indoor or outdoor). Draw up the clues and hide them inside or outside the house and let the kids do the rest.
10. Build a fort â€“ Timeless fun and a great way to keep the kids busy on a rainy day. And if youâ€™ve a few kids, build two. They can visit each other.
11.Â Games from our youth â€“ Remember how much time we spent outdoors growing up, wary of going indoors to use the bathroom even in case you werenâ€™t let back out again?The games that kept us occupied for hours would no doubt do the same for our own children. So why not teach your kids how to play them? Hopscotch, Red Rover, Crocodile Crocodile, What time is it Mr Wolf, Rounders, Kick the can, Balls and Skipping â€“ to name but a few!
12. Home baking â€“ Most kids love baking and even those of us with limited baking skills can help our littles to make fairy buns, rice krispie buns and maybe something more. Happy bonus -Â dessert is sorted!
13. A walk on the beach â€“ Even if itâ€™s raining. Skimming stones and wave dodging are fun, rain or shine for the bigs and smalls in the family
14. Trip to the libraryÂ – to browse and borrow books or to enjoy the
different activities that regularly take place there, details of which can
usually be found online.
15. Write a letter â€“ To a grandparent, other relative or friend because who doesnâ€™t love receiving mail that isnâ€™t a bill.
16. Make sock puppets â€“ Get crafty and creative to the best of yours and their ability. And then afterwards, do a puppet show
17. Visit a pet farm â€“ Kids generally love visiting animals and a pet farm gives them the opportunity to get a little bit closer. Have a scour online for some in your locality. Thereâ€™s lots of cheap and cheerful ones â€“ and even some free ones too.
18. Play doh â€“ messy, get everywhere, maddening stuff â€“ that the kids just love!
19. Go out for muffin â€“ a treat in a cakeshop always goes down well. (And the muffin is bribery to behave ;-))
20.Get everyone to do a self-portrait, make a collage â€“ One to treasure and frame.
21.Â Have a karaoke competition – because, ahem cough, cough, you can have the craic joining in too.