The Title of the Craziest

Is it just me or all of us mums in a race for the title of the craziest?

Our children are of the generation of bootcamp mornings, hyper-scheduled right from in-utero (signing up for daycare if you are pregnant - hey that's what the recorded message of the daycare said!!!), helicopter parenting, do you get my drift.

What is that going to do to them? What is going to be the outcome in their adult years? Nobody knows because they will be the first of their kind. Read - a generation gearing up for exciting and new age therapy.

That's it. I'm going to be the Generation Y Therapist. Can I do that as a Generation Xer raising my Ys? Probably. Because I'm aware.

So, I leave you this fellow harried mothers and fathers:  If it seems like it is getting out of hand, go with your gut and acknowledge, heck say it out loud, that it is.  Step back, slow down, take a day off of your routine and chill out.  They just need you, not the frantic you, just you period.  They see the frantic and they know that mode and they slip into their response.  Let's encourage initiative taking children, not just reactive ones.  Right now, they in a sense are reacting to our pace, the one that we have imposed on them.   Let's re-create the arena for their imagination to run free versus one where they are responding to stress.   Loving your children, I think it is that simple.