1 December 2016

I know stuff

Most mornings I walk my girls to school. Sometimes we have grand old chats and sometimes it's just 15 minutes of me bellowing -
"MOVE IT MOVE IT C'MON WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE OH MY GOD ARE YOU A FREAKIN' TURTLE MOVE IT GIRLS C'MON PLEASE MOVE STOP THAT IS A ROAD OKAY LET'S GO GREAT YOU GUYS ARE THE BEST NO NO NO KEEP MOVING DID I MENTION I LOVE YOU BOTH WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHY I AM YELLING I AM NOT YELLING YOU ARE KILLING ME GUYS SPEED IT UP OH FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY OF COURSE YOUR LEG HURTS WHAT IT REALLY DOES OH SORRY OKAY LET'S GO MOVE IT MOVE IT"
The days we have grand old chats we cover off some pretty important stuff. You know like how does water know which way to go in a pipe? What is a blue room? What is a green room? What does superimposed mean? Why do some people have no grandparents and why do some have eight? Why can't you marry your cousin? What is genetics? Why do people litter when they know it will make the world stop turning and we'll all die? Why doesn't swimming Barbie come with a hat and sunscreen?* How many sleeps until Christmas?

I enjoy these chats. I love how random my daughters' minds are. I love the reminder that so much of my knowledge had to be acquired at some time. I love the evidence that they are learning things from other people and by just watching the world around them. I love it when they explain something they learned that day to me or tell me why Pluto isn't a planet anymore even though it was in the olden days. Ahem.

In their eyes, because I'm their mum, I know stuff.

And sure I do. I mean you totally want me on your quiz team when they ask you to name all six of Brangelina's children. And I'm a dab hand at saying something authoritatively even if I don't have a clue. But on the other hand never ask me about geography unless it's Australia.  And even then, don't ask me to do more than name the states and territories.

As a parent I'm relatively lucky. I very sensibly didn't have children until Google had been invented and become a verb in it's own right. If I don't know something I can look it up on my phone. I also have a fair amount of common sense and I'm fairly easy going. Which means I say things like "Yes you can go barefoot to the shops" and "no you can't not wear a seatbelt because if we crash you'll die and make a mess of the car."  Which is why they keep asking me things. I don't always say "No" and I talk to them like functioning human beings and not numpties.

Despite my example my kids have never profaned - woohoo!
I like talking to my children. I find most of what they say interesting and quite often, funny. Even when they don't mean to be. I love how they make statements to demonstrate their understanding. Always at top volume and always somewhere entirely inappropriate in most cases, particularly if it's about private parts.

I know that this period of them thinking I know everything will pass. I know that there will come a time that I say I don't know something will be seen as a parental failing rather than the truth. I know there will come a time when they don't come to me for information but talk about things with close girlfriends or google it for themselves.

But in the meantime, I'm going to delight in their quirky thinking and their lush imaginations. I am going to enjoy being 'knowledgable'. I'm going to enjoy all the things in their brainboxes in the hope that it will outweigh me tuning them out when they talk non-stop for fifteen minutes about Shopkins, or making excuses not to push them on a swing endlessly because quite simply it's as boring as.

I'm going to enjoy knowing stuff. Because Colin only knows, it aint gonna last.


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*  I tweeted Mattel with this question and they are going to pass the suggestion on to their design team!