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A Picture IS Worth 1000 Words . . . November 18, 2011

Posted by nrhatch in Art & Photography, Happiness, Humor, Life Balance.
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1. cuhome - November 18, 2011

Very nice reminder. Too many people don’t really ask themselves the question, “Do I really want children, or is this just what people do?” Funny, too!

nrhatch - November 18, 2011

Playing along with Sidey’s theme is always FUN. This week’s immediately brought this image to mind.

I expect that most parents, despite the challenges, wouldn’t trade their kids for all the freedom in the world.

2. Lisa Wields Words - November 18, 2011

I’m glad we stopped at one.

nrhatch - November 18, 2011

You comment gave me cause for pause. What would I have been like as an only child . . . instead of one of four?

Guess that’s a question for which there is no answer except in the realm of a writer’s imagination.

Lisa Wields Words - November 18, 2011

Sometimes I wonder if we have been fair to her, but circumstances never allowed for a second and now I’m happy that she is learning to be independent. It’s only bad when she has her spoiled rotten moments.

nrhatch - November 18, 2011

Aah . . . but as long as her parents recognize the “spoiled rotten moments” (rather than giving in to her every whim) she’ll turn out just fine. πŸ˜‰

I often can spot an “only child” a mile a way. Learning to live with brothers and sisters in the midst of sibling rivalry tends to temper tempers.

Lisa Wields Words - November 18, 2011

No worries, I’m on them and don’t tolerate them for long. πŸ˜‰ She can have her temper once in a while, but it usually only comes out when it is only the three of us. Everyone else gets the sweet version of Sarah.

nrhatch - November 18, 2011

Parents often are treated to the less than stellar behavior . . . which is hidden from public view. Sounds like you’re doing just fine in fostering independence in all the right ways.

3. Team Oyeniyi - November 18, 2011

πŸ˜† πŸ˜† πŸ˜†

Yep, I get it!!

nrhatch - November 18, 2011

Oh, look, BFF . . . there’s Robyn and the assorted Oyeniyis!

Team Oyeniyi - November 18, 2011

I’m still laughing! Seriously, we haven’t tackled a restaurant yet (budget constraints) but Miss O 1 turns 17 this coming week, so we are planning on it! I’ll let you know how it goes! πŸ˜†

nrhatch - November 18, 2011

I expect that your four will be MUCH BETTER BEHAVED than the “brat pack” pictured above.

The drawing on the left is me and my siblings in our younger years. BFF also had 3 siblings. We’d both been around “badly behaved children” our entire lives (which is why we opted against having any of our own). πŸ˜€

4. Rufus' Food and Spirits Guide - November 18, 2011

Hey you didn’t get our permission to run our photo. That’s us on the right! Ha, kidding. But I love the cartoon. Well, Katherine would be trying to get us another table!

nrhatch - November 18, 2011

That’s us on the right too . . . I love munchkins (in small doses) but that “brat pack” might make me reconsider. πŸ˜‰

5. Piglet in Portugal - November 18, 2011

This brings back memories!

nrhatch - November 18, 2011

And soon you and the grandbabies can go out to eat. πŸ˜€

6. Carl D'Agostino - November 18, 2011

I remember those days. My two don’t know how close to getting locked in the trunk on several occasions they came.

nrhatch - November 18, 2011

We didn’t get to go out to eat much . . . when we did, we were on our best behavior. But, at home, our table manners probably left something to be desired. πŸ˜‰

7. souldipper - November 18, 2011

That scene looks familiar… I live in a free-child zone and enjoy a child-free life. Children are given great respect and freedom on our island. It’s no wonder we have Raffi as a neighbour. He started the Child Honouring movement that has caught the attention of many educators in North America. http://childhonouring.org/

Kids swarm to him like the pied piper!

nrhatch - November 18, 2011

The pendulum on child rearing swings back and forth, to and fro, with a natural ebb and flow.

One day we’ll get it right. Or we won’t. Time will tell. πŸ˜‰

8. BrainRants - November 18, 2011

Nancy, you know this is soooo not funny. Guess you know which table I sit at.

nrhatch - November 18, 2011

I looked for one to illustrate road trips with kids (SHE’s touching ME! . . . Are we almost there? . . . I’m hungry . . . Are we almost there? . . . I’m bored . . . Tell her to stop looking at me . . . Do we have anything to eat . . . I need to go to the bathroom) but they all used WORDS . . . and didn’t really fit Sidey’s theme. πŸ˜› πŸ˜† 😎 πŸ˜‰

9. Cindy - November 18, 2011

I adore this, Nancy and have stolen it for a FB status ❀

nrhatch - November 18, 2011

Yay! It’s pretty funny for those of us who dine by candlelight . . . even when it’s no one’s birthday. πŸ˜€

10. SidevieW - November 18, 2011

love doesn’t come without effort, pain and spilt drinks and messed food

nrhatch - November 18, 2011

I shall share that sentiment with BFF. He’s spilled his share of drinks. πŸ˜†

11. Just A Smidgen - November 18, 2011

OK, we WERE the family on the left and now we’re the couple on the right.. and actually miss being the family on the left… but trying to get into being on the right.. does that make any sense:)

nrhatch - November 18, 2011

Of course it does! Most parents who survive the chaos and confusion of rearing sticky fingers . . . miss those little grubby paws when they are grown and gone.

I feel the same about my nieces and nephews. I miss the days when they were loud and messy . . . such funny wee ones.

12. cuhome - November 18, 2011

I have grown children, as does my husband. And I must admit that it is WONDERFUL to be just a young(ish) couple, again. The grandchildren visit and we play, and they go back home. I did love being a parent, though. (With the exception of the years between about 13 and 16~~that was challenging!)

nrhatch - November 19, 2011

The ebb and flow of life is both challenging and rewarding. Have kids when you’re young enough to enjoy them . . . and enjoy the grandkids when you’re wise enough to hand them back to their parents when its naptime (yours, not theirs). πŸ˜‰

13. adeeyoyo - November 19, 2011

Oh gosh! Just as well we didn’t go out with the children when they were little – well, just to a little mac-alike on the beach front where it didn’t matter, lol!

nrhatch - November 19, 2011

We seldom went out to eat ~ too expensive. We did lots of cookouts, campouts, and picnics at the lake with my grandparents.

14. Richard W Scott - November 19, 2011

Heh.

nrhatch - November 19, 2011

Yup.

15. colonialist - November 19, 2011

But when back home those two return
Their grins will disappear,
And maybe they will start to yearn
For kiddie-chaos near?

nrhatch - November 19, 2011

Nah. πŸ˜€ Although if I could time travel, I’d go back to spend some time with my nieces and nephews in their younger years.

16. Tilly Bud - November 19, 2011

Smug, but very funny πŸ™‚

nrhatch - November 19, 2011

They do look satisfied with the decision they made, don’t they? Maybe they just hired a babysitter for the evening. πŸ˜€

17. kateshrewsday - November 19, 2011

I look forward to the moment I am part of that couple on the right once more. πŸ˜€

nrhatch - November 19, 2011

Maybe a babysitter for M & F while you and Phil paint the town RED . . . or PURPLE. You choose!

johnell74 - November 19, 2011

So are we, Kate
Love Dad.

18. lifeintheboomerlane - November 19, 2011

Just looking at that brings back my PTSD.

nrhatch - November 19, 2011

I wonder how many parents are diagnosed with PTSD as a result of child rearing responsibilities. πŸ˜†

cuhome - November 19, 2011

Funny thought. But, for me the reverse was true (except for the years between 13-16, as I said earlier). No matter how my day was going, no matter how stressful it had been, I loved coming through that door at the end of the day, being greeted by “Mommie! Mommie! Mommie!” followed by hugs galore! It always made everything better, it made me smile. So, I think raising my children actually saved me from PTSD! d:^)

nrhatch - November 19, 2011

Children definitely remind us to connect with THIS moment . . . where happiness resides. πŸ˜€

19. Gobetween - November 19, 2011

LOL I’m sitting at the table with no kids πŸ˜€

nrhatch - November 19, 2011

Except when we “borrow” our nieces and nephews . . . that’s us too!

20. johnell74 - November 19, 2011

My mother, who had four children, once said to me in her later years
“when you have a lot of kids, and they are young, people pity you.
When they are grown up, people envy you”
I think she was very wise.
John

nrhatch - November 19, 2011

I expect that it depends on who you ask. I adore my nieces and nephews, but have never regretted our decision not to have kids nor have I ever “envied” parents.

Life is not one size fits all. We must make choices that work for us rather than playing follow the leader.

cuhome - November 19, 2011

Yes. Especially the “life is not one size fits all” part, and not “playing follow the leader”. Because when I think about it, who’s the leader, anyway?

nrhatch - November 19, 2011

For some, sitting at a keyboard to write is BLISS. For others, it would be sheer torture.

Some people are meant to be parents. Others, not so much.

Thanks, Janet.

21. Nancy Curteman - November 19, 2011

Seems to me the problem is the parents and not the kids!

nrhatch - November 19, 2011

You’ve got a point, NC . . . they’re so focused on looking at the “greener grass” that they are oblivious to the chaos created by their offspring. πŸ˜€

22. pinkpolkadotfood - November 20, 2011

LOL…great!!

23. CMSmith - November 20, 2011

We were the table on the left. We had our moments, true. I wouldn’t trade away a day of it. Now we have our peace and quiet. I’d go back in a heartbeat.

nrhatch - November 20, 2011

Would you? If time travel were possible, I’d re-visit a point or two in my past, but I would not want a one way ticket.

24. jannatwrites - November 20, 2011

I can’t tell you how many times we went to a restaurant and had to ask for boxes for our food as soon as it was delivered because the kiddies thought they were going to act like zoo escapees.

Finally, they got a clue that mommy does not like eating luke-warm take out.

nrhatch - November 20, 2011

Another stage/phase you’re glad to have left behind, eh?

25. cuhome - November 20, 2011

Yup! d:^)>

26. Perfecting Motherhood - November 21, 2011

Haha, that’s us on the left, except we only have two wild things! Life with little ones can be quite hectic and exhausting and challenging. But the rewards are many and counterbalance, just like everything else. We now travel everywhere with our “activity bag”, where I store lots of crayons and notebooks to keep the kids busy. It helps us going through a whole meal and enjoy it too!

nrhatch - November 21, 2011

The Activity Bag is key ~ books, puzzles, coloring books, crayons. If kids like what they are doing . . . they get into the flow of the “now” and play quietly.

27. eof737 - November 21, 2011

The way I remember it, the couple at the next table usually glare at families with screaming children… What’s with the grinning… made me laugh! πŸ˜†

nrhatch - November 21, 2011

It depends. We’ve done both. If it’s an expensive restaurant where diners “pay extra for the ambiance” . . . I do NOT want the ambiance spoiled by spoiled brats. Hire a babysitter.

In contrast, if it’s a fast food joint, we might smile at the struggling parents (1) compassion for them (“This too shall pass.”) and (2) pleasure at the decisions we’ve made in life. πŸ˜‰

28. Debra - November 21, 2011

love the photo. πŸ™‚

About a week ago….we went out to have an after dinner dessert at a local restaurant. This very same family was sitting two tables away from us.

We left after 45 minutes of children screaming.

nrhatch - November 21, 2011

That’s too bad. You would think that “after dinner dessert” would be a quiet and peaceful time with all the little darlings safely tucked into bed.


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