Anyway, here is some information I've retained. Things I've learned along the way. Mainly that every child is a unique human being. They have their own unique tastes and areas of interest. And sometimes, even as parents we don't recognise this and force them into our own expectations of what they should enjoy. I say do it only once people, then learn your lesson and move on. Or better still, learn them from me first and save yourself the trouble.
Lessons I've learned (so far):
Not all children like petting farms.
|Beware the goat. There's always a goat and the goat is usually evil.|
Not all children like costumes.
Not dressing up themselves, nor others dressing up. The sight of a Banana in Pyjamas or a Dora impersonator with a big head, is enough to make them run, shrieking in the opposite direction. For these kids, a dress up party is just a terrifying opportunity for all their friends to freak them out while wearing masks. Forcing kids like these to the front of the crowd to get closer to the large creature in a yellow banana suit is NOT the solution. Unless you want to be deaf, and kicked to pieces by your sobbing offspring.
Not all children like the movies.
Now here I'm lucky because my three will sit, like statues, wearing 3D glasses like three little Harry Potters, and not move for the duration. They eat their bag of treats (purchases beforehand at Coles, not the rip off cinema) and stare unwaveringly at the screen, while fully inhabiting whatever world has been created for them there. But I have invited friends to the movies who are like little jack in the boxes. They're up, down, back, forth. They're off down the aisle, and they're busting for the loo. They're bored, hungry, thirsty, need to sit on my knee, want to leave now, is it over yet? They just can't help it.
Not all children like ice cream.
|Quite frankly, I find not liking ice-cream very hard to understand.|
I don't know if Issy properly qualifies as a disliker of ice cream because normally if you ask her she'll have one, and risk the painful consequences.
Not all children like spaghetti bolognese
The go-to staple for harried mothers all over Australia is not universally loved? Who knew? Well, I did when Sarah told me she didn't like it. I was gutted. I thought it was a family winner.
|Poor old spaghetti bol. Not everyone's favourite.|
I also have a friend whose daughter used to cry when she was told it was spag bol for dinner (she has since grown out of this). And to be honest, Joshie still cries if I make Tacos. So I still make Spag Bol, but not as often as I used to, and Sarah eats it under sufferance.
I have not yet met a child who dislikes chocolate. But I'm sure they're out there.
Any generalisations used in this blog post are mine...all mine. *laughs evilly*
Images courtesy of freedigitalphotos/tom curtis, suat eman and rackratchada torstrap.