The next few weeks are crazy busy in our house. Actually, our life is always crazy busy. You know what it’s like….the school drop off, work, school pick up, ballet, netball, tae kwon do, playdates, homework, spelling lists, assignments on the Gold Rush (cause that knowledge helped me out a heap in my later years!). The day doesn’t seem to slow down until bed time and the to do list doesn’t ever seem to be totally checked off.
The next few weeks are ridiculous though. Master 5 has his Tae Kwon Do grading for his much desired green stripe belt. He also has his sixth birthday party, complete with 15 Kindergarten children (I know, what kind of mother lets 15 Kindergarten boys loose in her house? A crazy, stupid one….that’s who.).
Miss 11 played in her netball finals last weekend and I will admit…..a tiny (I promise….miniscule!) part of me was hoping that they would lose so that netball season would be over. Don’t get me wrong, I do actually love watching her play each week. Being a sports ignoramus myself, I actually find it quite a novelty that one of my offspring actually has a bit of talent in any sport! But I just wanted one Saturday morning back….just one! Anyway, it wasn’t to be...they won. I’m happy…….I mean it, I am!
But no, it doesn’t end there. After netball grand final next week, we have the Speech and Drama Eisteddfod in which Miss 11 will spend two full days reciting poetry, acting out duologues and miming her way through ten different sections.
So Speech and Drama Eisteddfod week is then followed by Year 5 camp, which is then followed by Dance Eisteddfod week…..and then…..HOLIDAYS!!!! That’s right, then I collapse on the lounge, drink cups of tea and read a novel! I know, a novel! Not a text book, not Miss 11’s speech on Women in the Gold Rush and not Master 5’s reader...a novel...for enjoyment!!!
It sounds crazy. But truth be told, we haven’t pushed either of them into any of these activities. I’m not a “Dance Mom” hoping for the next Anna Pavlova or Liz Ellis. It boils down to the fact that they love it. When I ask Miss 11 each term if she wants to cut back on ballet, or perhaps give the Speech and Drama Eisteddfod a miss this year, she looks at me as though I have two heads! Research (real research, I’m not talking arbitrary articles by randoms like me!) suggests that busy kids are happy kids. Yale psychologist Joseph Mahoney looked at 2,100 5- to 18-year-olds and concluded that the more time kids spent in organised activities, the better their grades, the higher their self-esteem, and the richer their relationships with their parents. I’m not going to push either of them into any particular extra-curricular activities but I will encourage them to get involved in any that they show an interest in or aptitude for. She’s coping with her school work (for now), making heaps of friends outside of school and works hard to achieve what she achieves.
So I whinge. I know I do. But putting aside the constant feeling of being pulled in 50 million directions, I do want to give them the experiences that they crave. I want them to learn the lessons that they learn only through these experiences. I want them to learn that they have to work hard. That he has to listen to ‘Sir’ to move onto a green stripe belt or she has to take on the constructive criticism and feedback from Miss Francessca to get a Distinction in her ballet exam. I want them to learn that being in Division A in the netball draw is not as important as working together in your team with a group of girls who have learnt to play netball from scratch….together. There are life lessons in this busy chaos that seems to run our life at the moment. But I know that, all too soon, it’ll be gone. Already, my beautiful baby girl is an 11 year old pre teen who I am watching day by day grow into a beautiful young lady.
So life is busy. We go, go, go from wake up until bed time and wait with baited breath for the school holidays to arrive so that we can…..well, do nothing, besides make cups of tea and watch Disney movies.
But we are happy. Tired…..but happy!