Is eight too young for a Facebook account?

So, my reputation as a Parenting Expert is growing and I have received an email from a confused parent looking for some advice.

What tha?

My response was, in a nutshell, "Have you met me?"

Now, we all know that I'm just plain lucky the Tsunamis appear to be nourished, unbroken and, well, alive... so Dave and I decided that the best approach would be to harness the collective parenting might of the Maxabella lovelies instead. And, naturally, I get to put in my own two cents as well.

See, Dave's eight year old son wants a Facebook account. His friend has one so he wants one. He already likes playing Farmville on his Mum's account (so that's who's out there throwing pigs at each other). His Mum is happy for her son to have a Facebook account of his own, provided that it is heavily sanctioned and monitored. Dave's concern is that starting the boy up when he is too young risks exposing him to to cyber-bulling and adult content that might kill his interest in social networking forever.

My two cents is that if you have to heavily sanitise or monitor a product before giving it to your kids, the product is too old for your kids. Full stop. Why start them up so young on a product that was obviously made for an older audience (and admits that's the case by requiring that you have to be older than 13 to use it).

And Dave, it starts with Facebook at eight and then where does it go?

Over the course of three generations, 'being a child' has been squeezed down by canny marketers from being 0 - 18 (up to the 1950s) to being 0 - 12 (up to 1952 when Bill Haley and those busy American marketers invented the concept of the 'teenager') to being 0 - 7 (in the nineties when the 'tweenager' came along). There's not a lot of time allocated to just being young anymore; not involved in or even knowing about what 'society' even is. And I stress that during that time of rapid social change, it has been no secret that physically, emotionally and mentally our children have struggled to keep up with the marketers*. Keeping up with this 'society' we've created is literally killing our kids.

We know all of this as parents, yet we continue to allow our children to do things to 'keep up' with the other kids. Big corporations who want to sell our kids stuff are pretty much deciding what the rules of 'up' are and 'other parents let their kids follow those rules, so it must be okay.'  But while we're freely handing over the responsibility of raising our children to 'other parents', they are ironically thinking they are handing over the responsibility to us. The net result is that the peer group is raising itself, following rules made up by some company wanting to make a profit out of them, while we foolishly judge the success of our parenting on whether our children are an accepted part of this ungodly mess. Like deers caught in headlights, what a trap we have found ourselves in.

Because, oh, we know that there are worse things than not fitting in. There are worse things than not keeping up with a society gone mad.

This debate has, of course, been going on for generations and each generation has upped the ante on their parents. And as much as we remember the manipulative techniques we used to pull on our own parents, we remember even more strongly that desperate longing to fit in when we were kids / teens / tweens ourselves. The outcome is that more than ever, our generation has a struggle on our hands to resist the 'but she's doing it' pleas and just say no to our kids. It's unbelievably hard because our immediate reaction is that our child will be lonely and bereft if we don't let them do what everyone else is doing.

But what if everyone else decided that enough was enough as well?  What if we all got together at our individual schools and agreed an array of things that we promised we won't allow our children to do? A formal manifesto that we promise we will do everything we can to abide by. A difficult manifesto to agree on, of course, but if we could manage it, wouldn't it take away a little bit of the steering power of the peer group and those marketers... just a little?**

While I genuinely think that most of our children are going to grow up just fine despite what our superficial, materialistic, sexualised, celebrity-obsessed society is doing to them, more and more of them won't. We need to use our brains, not our hearts on this one. Think beyond the immediate gratification of our darling children and look at what's on the road ahead. Because right now it looks to me that there's a massive pile of deranged bullshit on the road ahead and we're all in danger of hurtling right into it.

What do you think about Dave's dilemma? Is an eight year old too young?
Would you create an agreement with parents on some values you'd all agree to for your group of kids?

* This is just one article siting the damage that our society it doing to our kids. There are so many out there, it's frightening.

** I made this up, but I'm liking this idea more and more. If you agree that it's got legs, I'll expand on it and get something together that we can work on as a group. I would then be more than happy to be 'Patient X' and try out our manifesto on the P&C at my children's school... please let me know what you think of the idea.

[Image found here, source unknown.]

Wordless Wednesday: Out and About

and we wait . . .



one month left  . . . just the three of us and my big belly.

anticipation and excitement is mounting as the three of us snuggle in bed morning and night 
counting down these last few weeks
 we wait for those strong kicks that tickle under my rib cage ~
we wait for your familiar little dance that makes us giggle ~
we watch and smile as your big brother kisses, cuddles and chats away to you almost all the time ~
 he loves you and includes you in everything that we do . . . 
we love you and patiently we will wait our sweet little one.


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Mia Famiglia Italiana: Parte uno


My husband is a first-born Australian; his family is Italian. His mama is from a little village outside of Benevento (near Naples) called Ferrarisi and his father is from a Sicilian island called Lipari. Theirs is a rich, joyous history full of the Italian passion for Catholicism, la dolce vita and concrete.

When I first met LOML, he was 27 and a good Italian boy living at home with his family. At 24, I had been living out of home for over six years and thought that still being at home was... quaint. This was before Gen Y made it fashionable, of course. For the Italians, it never went out of style. "Why you need to rent something? You buy a place and you rent it out to somebody else!" That's my FIL talking there.

I met his family a couple of months after we started seeing each other - by then we were head-over-heels in love. Was every member of the extended family actually present that day? Row after row of sun-kissed Italian faces wrapped in head scarves. Neat and small with tiny sensible shoes. I towered over the room like some giant Celtic monument.

It was quickly established that my family was originally Irish. It wasn't something that I had ever given much thought to, but these things carried great weight with the Italians and it seemed very important that we focus on my Irishness. Probably the Catholic thing.

After much discussion and general checking-out, LOML's ancient Nonno (really only 78, but the booming Italian Godfatherish voice made him seem much older) decided that I was okay. "She might not be Italian," he declared. "But she has Italian hands." It was agreed by all present that this was enough. Irish with Italian hands was enough.

Since that very first day, I have always been delighted by the sheer Italianness of LOML's famiglia. They drive me absolutely bonkers on occasion, but generally we get along beautifully. There is a rhythm and pace to the way they live that is still foreign and wonderful to me after almost fifteen years. We get together, we shout at each other (why speak when you can shout?); I barely understand half of what is said (even when speaking fluent English, their accents are so thick!) but I gesture with those Italian hands as much as I possibly can and it is still, thank god, enough.

What's your heritage or your adopted family's? 
Does it mean a lot to you?

[Image found here. Translation: The important thing is not to be rich with money, necklaces, gold or jewellery. The important thing is to be rich with dreams, friends and love.]

Cottage Garden hand-tied

Cottage garden
Cottage Garden
Pink stocks
Blue agapanthus
Pink peonie

The lovely people of flower delivery company Interflora sent me this gorgeous Cottage Garden hand-tied bouquet to review from their florists in London.

I chose the Cottage Garden flowers from their range of Summer flowers as I just adored the colours - "It's a beautifully co-ordinated arrangement, with soft lilac and pale blues mingling with pinks and whites."

I love the sprigs of rosemary that add a beautiful herbal note to the sweet smell and the colours are perfect! I placed them in an enamel duck egg blue jug and put them in front of my kitchen window. They really cheered me up yesterday when I woke to a rainy Monday morning!

In need of some ides for Father's day? Interflora, have a great selection of gifts from the luxury picnic hamper for Dad to enjoy in the sunshine, to the sweet nostalgia hamper full of old favourites like cola cubes, love hearts and flying saucers.

Have a sweet day!

Craft with Kids -- Stamping!

My daughter is into stamping at the moment. I bought her a sweet little stamp of a birdy from Tiger Tribe a while back, and whenever I pull it out (which I try not to do more than every week or so, so it's exciting every time) she goes nuts with it, stamping it over and over and over again for an hour at a time onto bits of paper. Stamping is a great, inexpensive art activity for kids; less messy than paint and entertains much longer than stickers! I've been meaning for ages to get her some new stamps, perhaps this one but in the meantime I came across this too-cool stamping idea using little more than a few old pencils and an ink pad!

image from here
Imagine the possibilities! I love this idea so much I think I might have to have a go myself, and I know Fern will be up for it. Her preschool teacher took me aside today to show me a painting Fern had laboriously worked on; spending a good half hour with a tiny paintbrush, meticulously filling in the template long after the other little kids had moved on to other activities. A tiny bit obsessive compulsive perhaps (like her mum) but Fern is starting to demonstrate some real aptitude toward art... which I want to foster and encourage!

I only have one (red and pink) ink pad, so I need to go find myself some more bright colours, and then Fern and I are going to go to town with this project! I'm thinking a little canvas stamped using this technique would be really cute... will show you what we come up with! x