tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5948926.post5376581801076350421..comments2023-10-28T06:12:08.480-07:00Comments on Everyday Lunasea: The Honeymoon's OverLunaseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06148921520523971670noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5948926.post-51965126814281625062010-09-07T02:40:26.894-07:002010-09-07T02:40:26.894-07:00sjoe, that's a hard hit.
However, not many par...sjoe, that's a hard hit.<br />However, not many parents play with their kids. Heck most don't even listen to them when they talk.<br />Regardless if you actively play with them or not, it's not okay for him to say he hates you. (in my very humble opinion)<br />You do a lot with them from the sounds of it.<br />Playing with them can be loads of fun though ;) and sometimes just 15 minutes is enough for them.Melanyhttp://www.supermom.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5948926.post-88091962026172861842010-08-24T11:59:36.510-07:002010-08-24T11:59:36.510-07:00Thanks, Dawn, that's a good point.
Jen, I do...Thanks, Dawn, that's a good point. <br /><br />Jen, I don't think it makes a bad parent, either, but it stings when they complain about it.Lunaseahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06148921520523971670noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5948926.post-53978088594876053192010-08-23T12:04:15.151-07:002010-08-23T12:04:15.151-07:00^^^ What she said.
I don't play with my kids ...^^^ What she said.<br /><br />I don't play with my kids either. And when I do, I'm always wondering when I've played long enough. I don't think that makes a bad parent. It just clearly defines the difference between a parent and a child. We aren't expected to act the same, why should we be interested in the same games? <br /><br />I still feel guilty about it though. Meh. Parental guilt is a lifelong malady. I might as well get used to it.Jenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09957726053340813209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5948926.post-68425011001563222832010-08-22T04:46:31.624-07:002010-08-22T04:46:31.624-07:00I will say this much: My dad was a single parent &...I will say this much: My dad was a single parent & his parents helped out quite a bit in our upbringing. All there of them were very involved in our lives. We went on errands with my Gramp, cooked in the kitchen with Gram and my Dad was verbally involved (much as you described) with our daily chattering & sharing. Only on rare occasion did any of these wonderful people really *play* with us--maybe play catch in the backyard or board game every so often. They were present, but play was for children. We learned independence this way & to entertain ourselves. I don't need anyone to help amuse me now. I am fine going to a movie by myself if no one else is interested. I wander over to Disney World to experiment with my camera or even to enjoy some of the attractions just as happily alone as in a group. Play was the "job" of children & it was through play that we gained skills, made sense of the world & "trained" to be adults one day. It was their job to guide & supervise, offer input, listen & encourage, but playing along with us was a special treat. My brother & I both grew up into strong fine adults with wonderful memories of the people who raised us well. =)~**Dawn**~https://www.blogger.com/profile/06179560051128719637noreply@blogger.com