Good behaviour…. not optional
I remember when I fell pregnant with Quintus and we told our friends. I remember one of the men commenting that he feels sorry for the poor child. I’d be such a strict mom. I’m much too driven, to spend enough time with my child. That I don’t have near enough patience. (come to think of it, he sure didn’t sound happy for us lol)
Well, I think I turned out to be just the opposite kind of mom. I spend loads of time with my kids. Last night we laughed so much, Quintus was worried he might …. you get the picture. We have a lot of fun.
I support them 100 % in whatever they do. I worry about the constantly. I love them endlessly. Just like they love me endlessly as well. Or like Zander said last night “I love you more than rugby balls” Now if you really know Zander, you will know how much that is!
I am strict though. All the kids (including our friends’ children) have said that I’m the strict one. Our friends often joke that they’ll call me if the kids don’t start behaving themselves. I know I’m strict. I expect good behaviour. It’s not a choice. It just is. I expect good manners probably more than A’s on a report.
This is why I love it when the kids get home with a new Club + level!
I totally love these kids. Always. Regardless. Forever.