“Dad, what’s your favourite Color? My favourite colour is red. Is yours red too?”
I don’t have a favourite colour, I like all different colours depending on what the item is.
A random question from my son, which led to a lengthy discussion about colours. To be honest most conversation with my son after he asks random questions can be of some length. The “why” question gets asked a lot.
Having spent a good time discussing colours and how different people like different colours, and you don’t have to have a favourite colour, it’s ok to like a range of colours he was still quite confused on the subject. This got me thinking on how children interpret different things, and how as a parent I can better help my son understand things.
On Friday 1st May 2015 at 17:48 my wife gave birth to our little girl, Alice Mary Roach who weighed in at mere 8lb. A small complication after the birth lead to a couple of days in hospital, but me and Todd finally brought them home on Sunday.
Whilst out for a Sunday walk with my son, he comes out with: When I grow up I want to be a teacher. Now he is only 5 and I imagine he will change his mind within the next 20 years… heck he will probably change his mind this year, or even within the month.
After he mentioned this to me, I tried to remember my earliest memory of what I wanted to be when I grew up. While I can not remember the earliest, I do remember a few of the jobs I considered.
First I wanted to be a mechanic, just like my dad. Then I wanted to be a professional rugby player because I played for a local team and then a professional cyclist as I was actually pretty good in my teenage years. It was around this time I got involved with the internet and making websites and also took an interest in photography too.
Turns out that I was correct for two of them, having worked for three years as a rally technician. I have been making websites for over ten years and employed as a web developer for the last three and a half years.
I am looking forward to seeing how my little boy grows up and how he change his mind. I am really looking forward to seeing what he we will be when he grows up. I hope I have some influence upon his decision but I want him to decided for himself and I will 100% support his choice.
On Monday by little baby boy starts his first day of proper school (P1 as we live in Scotland), it’s so hard to believe he is nearing five years old and in three weeks time he will be in School for six hours a day. (They give them three weeks to break into the routine of proper school).
I am finding it quite hard to believe it’s happening, I look at him and remember all the little memories so far, from the day he was born up until the current day, and I find it hard that nearly five years has passed as it does not feel like it was that long ago that we welcomed him into the world.
Just last weekend me and my wife were in the kitchen putting his name in all his different school items, it felt really wired to be doing it but also amazing to be doing it as my little boy is growing up. The best part is he is very excited for school, while me and my wife are very nervous. I just hope he has a great time and fits in with all the other kids, and does not get picked on.