Monthly Archives: August 2012

What would my superpower be?

One day a few years ago, my then 8-year old son presented me with a Mintie, then snuggled up to me and said that Minties gave you a super power, and you could choose what it would be. After I’d eaten the Mintie, I sat quietly for a while trying to decide what my super power could be. My son wanted to be fast, like Flash or Zoom. That’s his idea of a great power. My daughter wanted mind control and telepathy type powers like Professor Xavier or Jean Grey. This actually says quite a lot about their personalities. Me? Well, at first I wanted the power to make people happy. I couldn’t think of any superhero who could do that. And it seemed like a very kind, world peace sort of superpower – unselfish, sharing and caring.

Upon reflection, I decided that actually, I wanted a selfish superpower. I thought about being fast so that I could get everything done that I needed to, but then I decided I wanted the ability to clone myself.

Dolly, the sheep who was cloned four times

Not dumb clones who were just reflections of me, but actual real, thinking clones that were me, that could drive a car and with whom I had such a strong connection that it was like everything they did I had also done. At night, we’d all merge back into one Master Lisa and download experiences. And here are my top 5 reasons for wanting clones:

  1. So that I could simultaneously be at each of childrens’ activities and they would all get to feel that they had quality time and a deep connection with me.
  2. So that one of me could be at home cooking dinner, doing the laundry and grocery shopping and keeping the house up to scratch while the others were at work or out with the children. Or alternately go out for a glass of wine with the husband or friends.
  3. So that I could have multiple income streams, not just myself and my husband.
  4. So that I could have a clone helper if things got too madly busy at work (after all, they would know everything I did).
  5. So that one of me could do fun crafty activities with the children who were at home with me while other clones took the other children out.

Oddly enough, as the years have gone by and we’ve added a couple of extra children and the older ones have become more involved in extra-curricular activities, I haven’t changed my opinion on the superpower I’d like. I reckon the minimum number of clones I’d need would be three. This has been brought home sharply to me just recently. In a week’s time, I am off overseas for two and a half weeks, mostly for work. I have a wonderful (and often long-suffering) husband, who is extremely capable and competent and well able to look after the children for the time I am away. I also have a very reliable ex-husband who picks up kids when he needs to and runs them around to activities. And my husband has an ex-wife who is similarly helpful.

This type of clone looks awesome, and even comes with a big gun and speaks with a Kiwi accent. This could be me. Might get a few funny looks on the school run mind you…

But I finish work in the office at 3.00pm each day and I do the after school running around. That’s picking up from school, swimming lessons, soccer practice, waterpolo practice, parent teacher interviews, grocery shopping, cooking dinners, and whatever else needs to be done before the small boys go to bed, at which point I work again. None of the other parents, no matter how awesome and useful they are, have the flexibility to do that every day. So what to do with the children after school? We could send the small boys to an after school program. For the 2.5 weeks, that would be $600. Ouch. I could mostly organise the older children with buses, car pooling and going to friend’s houses. But it was going to be a nightmare of epic proportions.

Fortunately,  my mother-in-law has stepped in and is going to stay while I am away. She also works full-time, but between them, she and my husband can split the shifts – he can start work obscenely early and leave in time to do the school run. She can drop off at school and work a bit later. So whew! I still have the very complicated spreadsheet showing what each of the six children and the husband are doing every day, and who is responsible for picks ups, drop offs and so on. And a list of contact numbers for other parents who are going to take my kids places.

What have bananas got that I don’t have?

Because you know what? I may not have clones, but I know other parents who have the same issues, and together we form a carpool, which allows us to get our kids where they need to be. We can’t always be there watching everything they do, but we can help each other out and take some of the load – and in some way, be each other’s clones. Now I just have to accept that it’s OK to let other people take my kids from time to time.

What super power would you choose? And how would it help you overcome your own daily grind?

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When is it time to throw out the baby spoons?

Your kitchen cupboards still have security locks on them and are organised so as to give little ones a place to play safely, but all the breakable/ dangerous stuff is safely locked away. In your kitchen drawers, you can find plastic baby spoons, small baby cutlery and baby medicine spoons. In the medicine cabinet, there is Bonjela (well past its use-by date) and those tiny nail clippers you use on babies. You still have the plastic Thomas the Tank Engine/ Barbie plates, bowls and cups in the cupboard. You may even still have the bottle steam steriliser up on the top shelf.  And yet you have no babies. Or even toddlers. Does this sound familiar to you? Because until fairly recently, this was the state of my kitchen.

I should note here that the baby factory in our house is firmly and permanently shut. Not only because I am getting a little long in the tooth for more babies, but also because six is really our limit. And our youngest children have just turned six years old. And they were twins, which given my age and now our family history would mean a significantly higher chance of having another set of twins. They are somewhat past the baby gear stage. But does our kitchen actually reflect the ages of our youngest children? Not so much.

Why is this? I hear you ask. I trot out the convenient “oh some of our friends have younger children and it’s nice to have everything available/safe for them” and to a certain extent, this is true. Except that our friends’ younger children are now three years old, so no longer babies, and mostly past the age of trying to permanently damage either themselves or our dinner set. “I haven’t really had time to get to it” is another excuse I use, and this is also true, but actually is just an excuse.

So why the reluctance? I guess it’s that whilst you give away or sell the big baby items – the cots, push chairs, high chairs, car seats and so on – because they take up room you simply don’t have, the kitchen can stay the way it is without significant inconvenience. After a couple of years, you’re probably accustomed to pushing that latch down before getting into your cupboards. And once you give away the last of your baby stuff, you’re admitting to yourself that there will be no more babies. Even when there are six children in the house, and you’ve made the joint and very sensible decision that for the way your life is there will be no additional children, there’s still a small part of you that says “Maybe there’s room for one more”.

It’s also admitting to yourself that your smallest child (or children in our case) aren’t babies any longer. They aren’t even toddlers. Nope, they’re fully fledged school-age children, off to playdates, learning to swim and play soccer and able to read the rules at the McDonald’s playgrounds for themselves (and break them of course, but that’s another post entirely). There’s a sadness to that admission, even through the pride you feel as they become ever more capable and independent. A parent’s heart will always hold the echo of those little baby on the shoulder hugs, those moments where the toddler clung to your neck, and where the small child reached for you for comfort.

Change is never easy. And sometimes, the only thing that pushes you through is having an agent of change. Last year, my lovely mother-in-law stayed at our house for six months. After she’d been here a month, she  suggested that the kitchen didn’t make sense, we didn’t need all the child proofing, and surely the boys were past the plastic plate stage. My first response was to dig my heels in, trot out all the excuses above, and say that I liked it that way. But the more I thought about it, the more I realised she was right. So one Saturday morning, the bonus daughter and I pulled the kitchen apart and put it back together again. I also used the opportunity for my annual blast at the pantry. My mother-in-law still couldn’t find anything, but at least could get all the cupboards open without help from the children.

I will confess that I didn’t throw away or pass on the plastic plates or the baby spoons. They’ve been relegated to a cupboard in the garage and are used when those three year olds come to visit, or if we’re going on picnics . Who knew baby plates could be so versatile? Of course at a flash vineyard picnic listening to Diana Krall as the sun set, our dining neighbours looked a little askance at the Thomas the Tank Engine plates…

So when is it time to throw out the baby spoons? I guess it’s when you’re ready. This will be different times for different people. For me, it wasn’t until I was given that nudge. But then I’m a complete hoarder (let’s not go into the memory boxes for each of the children in the garage – let’s just say there will be plenty of 21st material in there!). There are still a few security locks  on the doors with no catches on them, some socket safety plates in the power sockets, and a few baby spoons in the top drawer, but the kitchen is largely set for our current needs. I’ve even given away the steam steriliser!

When you did relinquish the trappings of babyhood? And what made you do it?

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