Recent studies show that having siblings is bad for a child’s self esteem!
You don’t believe me?
Well, it comes from a reputable source -
My Childhood!
Today I received an email spam about some e-book to “Protect Your Child’s Self Esteem”.
I was curious and took a look at the site.
I then proceeded to follow links to read more about protecting and maintaining my child’s self esteem.
Let’s take a look at some of the information that seemed pretty common sense to me.
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Just one phone call.
It made me stop.
Stop busying away my hours and days.
Stop wishing for balance in my “hectic” life.
Stop running through life from one task to another.
Stop measuring my day’s success by items checked off on my to-do list.
Just one phone call.
His cousin passed away earlier that day.
She was in her early 40’s.
She had already beaten breast cancer.
They found this new cancer just a few weeks prior.
But it was decades too soon.
Now there is a husband raising his four young boys without their mother.
Just one phone call.
I’ve created more balance instead of just “wishing” for it to somehow magically appear.
I’ve unscheduled more hours of my day so I can enjoy my family and my life.
I’ve spent more time giving hugs and kisses.
I’ve measured my day’s success by the giggles and meaningful conversations I’ve had.
Just one phone call.
The Girl had lessons in school this year about “touching”.
There was a guest speaker who talked to the kids about all sorts of safety issues.
Bike safety.
Car safety.
Personal safety.
The personal safety lessons were great.
They went over good touch and bad touch with the kids.
They worked on empowering the kids to say no.
They discussed telling an adult if something like that happened.
After each lesson a letter would be sent home explaining what they talked about in class.
Then as a parent I am supposed to talk to my child at home about the lesson, go over what they learned and see if there are any questions.
So the next day The Girl’s walking up the stairs and I playfully swat her behind to hurry her up.
She turns to me, shakes her head and says…
“Mom, now I have a touching problem.”
“What?”
“You touched my private part…my butt…now I have a touching problem.”
“But it was just playful. I didn’t mean to.”
She’s still eyeing me suspiciously.
I try to rationalize with her.
“Well, I am sorry. I should not have done that.”
“Um hum”
That’s when things start to go downhill…fast.
I try to dig myself out of this mess but instead I say -
“So now don’t go telling your school you have a touching problem. I mean, not that it’s a secret. Because it isn’t a secret. But don’t tell your school I told you to keep it a secret. Because there’s nothing to keep secret. But don’t go telling your school that you have a touching problem because you don’t. I just swatted you…”
She starts to laugh.
I give up!
