Category: Stuff that just happens

Temporary traffic lights 😡 My life seems to have become a series of traffic lights. So, when I’m sitting at a red light now, I think about projects I’m working on that aren’t moving forwards and try to work out solutions. When I’m at an amber light, I think about ideas that have just taken off and that I am excited about and when I reach a light that is green I give some thought to all the positives in my life; all the things that are going really well and bits of my life that I am exremely grateful for……nah, do I bollocks! When I see yet more f***ing temporary traffic lights I scream nooooooooooo more! I’M LATE ALREADY!!!

Indomitable Spirit is a really hard word for our students to say and it sure as hell is hard work achieving it. I really do think that kids now expect things immediately, we all do to a large extent. So much is easy come, easy go and so it can be quite a shock for children when they don’t manage to perfect a technique straight away. Children often lack indomitable spirit and I think that as parents, we are contributors to this. Children need to fail. I am always telling our students that their failures will ultimately lead to their greatest successes, because they will learn from them. However, as parents we don’t want to see our children fail and so we rescue them. By doing this, we are taking away the opportunity for them to build on that all important indomitable spirit.

In class, we often find that a child is scared to try something new, in case they can’t do it. They are scared to take that risk. As instructors we ask these children: what is the worst thing that will happen if you fail? We explain to them that they are here to make mistakes. We tell them that mistakes are actually a positive, because every time they make a mistake we can correct them and every correction means that they are learning something.

We need to get kids to focus on the process rather than the end result. This requires them to develop excellent listening skills, so that they hear what we are saying and can put it into practice. We want our children to develop positive thinking, so that they begin to realise that you can succeed, even when you fail.

Kids need resilience to overcome failure. They build-up their resilience by failing, realising that the world hasn’t actually ended and trying again and again and again. We mustn’t take away that opportunity to try again.

Here’s one we all struggle with – not just your average 6 year old, who definitely finds it hard to stand still! Many parents send their children to martial arts classes in order to improve their self control. Some will be experiencing difficulty at school – perhaps receiving negative feedback from teachers who simply don’t have the time to spend on each individual child. Others will be little angels in the classroom, but terrors at home, constantly fighting with siblings, or kicking against house rules.

Taekwon-do provides a structure and framework for the child, where there are clear and consistent expectations. It is a lot easier for us to be consistent in the dojang, as we are handing the little darlings back to their parents after 45 minutes. People often comment on how patient we are with the students. This does not necessarily reflect how I am as a parent! Parenting is relentless, teaching is a different art.

In the dojang I set my expectations of a child’s behaviour high. The etiquette of the dojang dictates certain behaviours that the student must adhere to, such as standing with their hands behind their backs in line, with both feet flat on the floor – not doing a shuffle! We use other cues to develop the students’ self control. We ask them to, ‘sit like black belts’ – cross legged with their hands on their knees. This is particularly useful, as when their hands aren’t on their knees, they are usually somewhere they shouldn’t be!

We don’t allow the children to touch each other. We find that boys in particular want to be physical with others, either hugging or play fighting. In class, they are only allowed to hit the pads, or each other when they are wearing protective gear. When they do the sparring element they must learn how to show self control, using light contact, so as not to hurt their partner.

As parents, we must play our own part in developing our child’s self control. It is easy for us to get defensive when we hear our child being reprimanded by someone else. However, we musn’t spring blindly to their defence. This is teaching the child that their behaviour is acceptable or justified. It is imperative that the children learn from other adults, as well as their parents, what behaviour is deemed acceptable. We have to show parental self control!

For me, the most important element of self control is the ability to listen. As I am always telling my students: those who listen well will progress fastest. I think that listening skills are one of the most important things we teach in the dojang and one of the most important life skills they will ever learn.

One thing that I sometimes see in class that concerns me, is when a child gets upset when they can’t do something. I will look at this in more detail in my blog on: Indomitable Spirit, but in relation to perseverance, kids sometimes just give up too easily. I think that there are various reasons for this.

Firstly, I think that it’s us parents who can sometimes be to blame (yes, again – slap wrists!). We know how important it is for us to set our children high standards to achieve. We know that expectation is key to our child’s success. However, if our children feel unable to reach these high standards, it can make them anxious and the easiest route for them to take then, in order to stop this anxiety, is to give up. This is where the importance of achievable goals comes in to play. Something that they need to work at, but that they can see is possible. Then, as they develop and mature, those goals can become slightly harder to achieve, thus developing their determination and grit. This is where the belt system within a martial art is so clever, as each belt level pushes the student that little bit further each time. They learn how to persevere.

Another reason that I think kids give up too easily is that there is always something easier that they can do, like play a crappy game on the iPad (yup, blaming technology again). However, as parents we shouldn’t just let our kids quit. If a child says to us that they want to stop doing something, we need to ask them why and then tell them that they are going to contnue with it for a little longer. Kids need to be taught that quitting is harder than persevering and not the other way around.

Sometimes as parents, we give too much praise for too little: oh my god sweetie, you can lie face down on your tummy – you are the best! No, they aren’t, they are no better than any other 3 year old who can lie flat face down. If you over praise this then they expect praise for every little thing that they do – you’ll be exhausted and they will be constantly seeking your attention and approval. Kids need to know that sometimes they haven’t quite yet mastered something, but need to be given lots of encouragement to keep trying.

On the flip side to this, there are parents who make their children feel that whatever they achieve it is never enough. This is just as detrimental to developing their perseverance as the parent who is too quick to praise. The child will end up giving up trying if the end goal seems too remote.

What we need to instill in our kids is determination and with just enough praise and just the right goals, they will soon learn how to persevere and then we can take that photo of them with the face that says: I knew I could.

The first time the kids in our classes understand the word, ‘integrity’, is usually during a game of dodgeball, when one of them is hit by the ball, but doesn’t declare themselves, ‘out’. This is a simple way of explaining to them the importance of telling the truth.

Children can be serial liars! Apparently children start to lie from the age of 3 and by 8 years old, they can be quite competent liars. It doesn’t take them long to realise, however, that in the dojang they are expected to always tell the truth and there are plenty of instructors and assistants there to keep an eye out to ensure that they do. Kids are quick learners and it is gratifying for an instructor to watch their development in this area. One of the ways of encouraging children to tell the truth is by praising their honesty. We do this in class when the students have been told there is a consequence attached to something, such as if they get hit by a ball in a game, they must do three star jumps. When we see the children doing their star jumps without being reminded, we make a point of praising them. Some need a gentle reminder and they soon learn to do it themselves.

Over the past few months, the integrity of top level athletes from many sports has been called into question. This makes me so sad, especially as Olympic taekwon-do was mentioned in one of the reports. By teaching our students the importance of integrity at the grass roots level, I hope that it becomes embedded in their character and conscience.

Kids aren’t born polite – the onus is on us parents to teach them. This needs to happen way before they hit pre school, or it’s the teachers who are picking up the pieces. Being polite is so much more than saying, ‘please’ and ‘thank you’, but that’s a start. One of the best ways to teach children how to be polite is by encouraging them to practice it at every opportunity. At the end of our taekwon-do classes, the younger students receive a sticker, as well as certificates for achieving monthly goals. Whenever they receive something in class, they are reminded to say,  ‘thank you.’ It’s easy to feel like a stuck record – the children are excited to be getting something and simply forget to say it. However, it is important that we persevere and keep sticking the same record on repeat. When the children do something for us in class, such as tidy things away, it is equally important that we thank them, as we must lead by example.

Teaching our children how to share and how to take turns is also an important part of courtesy and probably the one that’s the most difficult for ego-centric toddlers to grasp. In our tkd classes, where we do lots of team races, there is ample opportunity for the little students to learn how to take turns with the others. Toddler groups are also the perfect training ground for teaching them to share and they often learn that one the hard way!

Another element of courtesy is apologising if a child hurts someone, even accidentally. Inevitibly, when they are taking part in a physical activity, there will be the odd bump and bash, but these small jostles and knocks provide the perfect opportunity for a child to learn the importance of saying sorry.

Technology gets blamed for a lot of things these days and it is sometimes said that because kids heads are down with their eyes glued to a screen, they are losing the art of courtesy. One of the ways this certainly manifests itself is with the lack of eye contact it can create. I am a stickler for eye contact and when I am talking to my students, my usual phrase is: eyes on me! If a child isn’t looking at me, I don’t know whether they are listening. Eye contact is key to children developing their social skills. When I am talking one to one with a small human being – one who is a lot smaller than me – I will get myself down to their level and encourage them to look me in the eye as we talk.

Finally, but my biggest bug bear: children interrupting when adults or speaking. Actually, my issue is when parents stop their entire conversation to appease the child. In my opinion this should not happen. The child should initially be ignored and when they continue to interrupt, a quick glance at them and a quick, ‘I’m talking to …, just wait’ or something similar. Once I have finished speaking to that person, I get down to the child’s level and tell them that I was talking to somebody, so couldn’t answer them and now it’s their turn. Children need to learn their place in the heirachy – if dogs can do it then so can we! I watch my puppies in the park. They are put in their place by the older and wiser dogs with a quick look and a growl. We can learn a lot from them!

I’ve been teaching taekwon-do for over 25 years and that’s a heck of a lot of children. As part of our taekwon-do learning and teaching, we follow the tenets of taekwon-do. It struck me that certain behaviours repeat themselves in our classes and I began to think more closely about how we teach the children to develop, through following the tenets and how the tenets create a great framework for the way we bring up our children as parents.

With this in mind, I have written a series of five short blogs, each one discussing one of the tenets. What these blogs talk about raises wider awareness of the importance of the teaching of these tenets to all children, not just in the dojang.

A show of hands, please: who wants a designer vagina? WHY?? I mean, if we were all porn stars, with close-ups involved, I can kind of get it. For your average woman, let’s call (us) her: Madge, where’s the need for a 3000 quid vadge? Could you sketch yours? I only ask, because if I was seriously going to splash that much cash on a new vadge, I would want it to be fucking AMAZING! And perhaps I have a little stunner down there and I’d spend all that money, with some plastic surgeon rubbing his hands together, when if I’d actually taken time to look at it, I might have been able to save my dosh and spend it on an extension (house, not partner’s penis).

What do you actually get for your money? What IS a good-looking vagina? I need to consult my female gay friends on this one, because I really don’t know. I mean, does size matter when it comes to labia? The bigger, the better? Or does no-one care, as long as I am super gorgeous on the inside (so to speak). I know for sure that I don’t fucking care. I’m not the one with my head down there and I’d bet a quid that ‘he’ doesn’t give a shit what it looks like when he’s gone South to party.

I know that everyone has an opinion on the lady garden…but, let’s face it, that is purely decorative. What really matters is hidden – or not – beneath. Then, of course, beneath that is the holy grail and I seriously hope that no plastic surgeon is going to try to interfere with the golden buzzer.

So, back to the vadge – apparently, a labiaplasty, the procedure whereby portions of the labia are clipped off, is becoming increasingly common. For who? Who the hell can deal with the thought, let alone the reality, of getting their vadge clipped? I used to go to the hairdressers, armed with a photo of some celeb’s hairdo I wanted…is this where we are going with the vadge? I’d like J Lo please, or a Rihanna, or, god forbid, the Queen’s vadge (nowt as queer as folk).

Christ, I’ve pushed 4 kids out of mine. Seriously, why would I want to change something that has been road tested on some fucking serious pot holes? So Madge, I would keep your vadge just the way it is, honey. Quite honestly, why the hell wouldn’t you?

There’s been a lot in the media about how much alcohol the middle classes get through per day. It got me thinking, what would be the definition of a REALLY BAD day with the kids? I think it would go something like this:

6am
What wine goes with Cheerios?

7am
There’s caffeine in coffee. There’s wisdom in wine: let’s stay in our pyjamas today kids and eat haribos!

8am
I’m going to have a coffee to help me wake up, (having been woken up at 5am again) and wine to help me accept that this is going to happen every bloody morning for the foreseeable future.

10am
Either give me a glass of wine or fuck off with your: my baby sleeps through the night already!

11am
Mumeeeeee, MUUUMEEEE, MUUUUUUMEEEEEE!!! Wine is a necessary form of punctuation, in an otherwise monotonous dialogue.

12pm
One more glass of wine and I really will stop giving a shit. You know I normally say no TV in the afternoon – fuck it – fill your boots!

1pm
I know what I’m saying, but the wine’s doing the thinking: Peppa Pig is a jumped up, egotistical little moron!

2pm
Wine is basically grapes and therefore one of my five a day. Eat your banana sweetheart, mummy’s having a great big bunch of grapes.

3pm
I’m not counting your cups of tea, so stop counting my glasses of wine! (Don’t judge! Until YOU have dealt with my kids on a daily basis, don’t judge).

4pm
The kids woke me up at 5am, so technically I can open the wine at 4pm.

5pm
WINE! Because today’s shit is probably not going to improve TOMORROW! (At least the kids are already in their pyjamas).

6pm
I use wine in the same way as my husband uses duct tape – it fixes EVERYTHING! (Even having to watch: In the Night Garden on repeat. Fuck off Iggle Piggle. Just FUCK OFF!!)

7pm
What matters at the end of the day, isn’t the wine, it’s the moments you’ve had with your children, the memories you’re created, the people you’ve met…no, fuck it. It’s the wine that matters. Definitely the wine!

8pm
Wine is just an early morning headache, waiting to happen…helped by the 3 year old using my head as a trampoline.

10pm
Night, night.
Sleep tight.
See you in the morning
Even if you’re snoring…and have a really bad hangover – I’ll STILL be there at 5am to say: muuumeeee, MUUMEEEEEE, MUUUUUUMEEEEEEE!!!

My ‘keepin’ it real’ beauty blogs seem to be going down a treat. So much so, in fact that I am now taking requests (I wonder whether Zoella does that?) Don’t worry, though – one thing I will NEVER do is a ‘keepin’ it real’ beauty VLOG…if you think I’m getting my shit out for all to see, you are mistaken. In fact, after yesterday’s bingo wings blog, I covered up for the ladies’ class today, just in case they were judging. Of course they weren’t judging – that’s one thing we don’t do in that class. Christ, we have a laugh though. Even the warm-up had everyone squealing with laughter – out came the inner child. All they were doing was chucking a focus pad at each other. I wonder if the England rugby team sound like this at their training sessions, I said, as another screech was heard. Knees up ladies! came my familiar cry. But it makes my chin wobble! one of the ladies exclaimed. As long as you’re not talking plurals, I replied. Anyway, back to my beauty blog and today’s nitty gritty subject is: the Bra Bulge. As one of our ladies said in class today to her friend: I don’t mind seeing your bingo wings or side boobs, but I’m not looking at your back. It’s a shocker, isn’t it? I find that at least with a muffin top, you can pull your waistband up and your top down, but what the hell are you supposed to do with back fat? For a start, it’s a physical impossibility to even get your hands around there and you certainly don’t want to be drawing your husband’s attention to the fact that you feel there may be a problem, for the goddamn fear that he’ll try to offer a solution. We know full well what the bloody solution is: stop picking at the kids’ nuggets. Easier said than done: 5 o’clock tea time is just when lunch has well and truly worn off and adult dinner time seems a long way away. Pop another one in, can’t let those smiley faces go to waste (not that any of us would dare to admit to feeding our sprogs crap like that, but let’s face it, if it’s carrots and peas we’re picking on, then why the bloody back fat?!) The solution? Well, the ladies’ class offers one: lots of punching the pad is great for toning the arms and back, as well as all the other fat-busting exercises we throw in. Even if you don’t see immediate results, you can punch and kick the hell out of those pads and mentally you will care less about all these issues. Other advice I can offer for the back fat rolls: boycott all shops where the changing rooms harbour those dreadful three-way mirrors, (see blog: Three-Way Mirror). I have never felt the same way about myself again, having caught sight of my bum in a double mirror assault. It wasn’t just my bum. The veins piss me off too, because no matter how much of the kids’ pizza I don’t scoff, there’s bugger all I can do about them.

My solution to all these body issues? Well, we’ve all got ’em to varying degrees, so safety in numbers. Laugh a lot, exercise as life allows, don’t believe what you see in the mirror, because we know it lies anyway! Know that you are a bloody diva in all areas of life, with perhaps the odd exception (I always fuck up ParentMail and I’d rather drown in my own piss than help the girls with homework most of the time). And remember, you can always find a newspaper article that tells you that a glass of wine a day is good for your body and for your soul. Just keep keepin’ it real!