tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11055179.post7984289758484805692..comments2023-10-28T02:06:53.354-07:00Comments on In the Sheepfold: Parenting - A Spectator SportKelly@http:/inthesheepfold.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09834003036792819091noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11055179.post-36382284159270314072011-08-25T20:18:20.850-07:002011-08-25T20:18:20.850-07:00Wow Kelly! Sounds like your vacation needs a vacat...Wow Kelly! Sounds like your vacation needs a vacation. I had one that was similar...only it was only a week, but I counted every single minute.<br /><br />Glad you're home:).Amy Parrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15809484714750766433noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11055179.post-48829843632378610072011-08-25T15:26:41.003-07:002011-08-25T15:26:41.003-07:00I totally agree with #1. Even good stress is stres...I totally agree with #1. Even good stress is stress.<br /><br />I am much better about #3 since our family has grown. Sometimes I write the things I write because mothers appreciate hearing "You're not alone."<br /><br />I will always remember the most intimidating presentation I gave during my years in big business. All the top dogs were present. One manager sat in the front row and smiled at me the whole time. It helped.Kelly@http:/inthesheepfold.blogspot.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09834003036792819091noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11055179.post-55963351163999793422011-08-25T12:54:08.903-07:002011-08-25T12:54:08.903-07:00Oh Kelly, I am with you on this one. Three though...Oh Kelly, I am with you on this one. Three thoughts: 1) travelling is REALLY stressful on families and children. If you were undergoing surgery or something equally stressful but No Fun, everyone would sympathise and give you credit for how well you're all coping. 2) I often wonder if people in bygone times felt so judgemental of children and thus of their parents? My grandparents and their generation seemed to take children completely in their stride, good and bad. Now, as you say, it can really be a spectator sport. 3.) I was once on an intercity coach sitting directly behind a boy with behaviour problems and his granny or perhaps carer. The boy got louder and more restless and began to fight with her, and even using some bad words. That boy could have been my son. I watched his granny get redder and redder, more and more flustered, and I knew exactly how she felt. I wanted to lean forwards and say, "It's okay, it doesn't bother me, I have one who's exactly the same, you're doing a great job." It just wasn't possible to do this (the Scots aren't known for such effusions) but I gave her a really big smile when I got off the bus. And ever after that, when I was trying to cope with my son in public, I liked to imagine that someone in the vicinity was a secret ally of mine. It did help me to relax!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com