Back to school has well, and truly, happened for
thousands and thousands of children across Australia. With many starting a new journey with High School, Year One, Prep
and Kindy. But not Jarvis. It took me most of 2015 to feel 100% confident with
my decision not to send him off to Kindy this year.
Jarvis, is a happy, confident, and very sociable
child. I was at first worried that I was not allowing him access to a wider
social circle. But, now the year has started, and I feel I have made the best
decision for Jarvis, and for Justin and I as parents.
My belief has always been that we , as a country, over school our
children. And yes, this is coming from me, who has a background in early
childhood education. I could quote many studies from my thesis, backing my
belief that we are pressuring our children into too much study too early and
not allowing them enough time for play. However, I think the most important thing
is my mother’s instinct. I honestly believe Jarvis was not ready.
He was not ready to be torn away from childhood, and
pushed into formal education. I say formal, as even my doctor believes Jarvis
is very advanced for his age. I believe thirteen years, (plus often add another
four or more years at uni) is a really long time for children to be in formal
This is my belief for my child, well children. I am in
a really privileged place to have the choice whether or not to send Jarvis to
school. I am aware in some countries children do not get this choice. I also
have had the luxury of more than ten years of tertiary education myself. Something
which I hope Jarvis also has the choice. But for now Jarvis has one more year
of being a carefree toddler/child.
It was hot in Brisbane last week, Tuesday
was 36 degree celsius, (in fahrenheit that is 98.9). And super humid, one day the
humidity was up to 85%. So pretty much all week I was covered in sweat. I was
also bitching about not having anything to wear, while Justin and Jarvis were
wandering around the house in their jocks.
One night, when I could not
sleep because of the heat, I thought of an idea. I struggle with retail shorts,
they seem to fall into two categories. One: shorts that are shorter than my
undies. Or two: Mum shorts. Yes, yes, I know I am a Mum, I am a grandmother,
but Mum shorts, well are just super daggy. Anyhow, in the heat one night I
thought of making shorts that were more 'me'.
In the early hours of the
next morning, before the heat struck, I got some fabric from my stash and whipped
up these shorts.
They are kinda like a
gathered shirt met a pair of boxers shorts. I am super happy with them, the
fabric is a lawn so super light and breezy, but the length is more appropriate
for the Nana I am.
I love them so much I made a
second pair late one night. They fit even better, however, the fabric is a tad
on the see through side. Okay if I wear the shorts to the beach over togs, but
that is about it.
I am already sewing up a
third pair in a rayon. With each attempt I am tweaking the pattern just a bit
to get them 'just right'.
But... finally I own shorts!
Jarvis was not happy with my modelling.
I admit I really struggle on the other side of the camera, so these are his
I got easily side tracked
this week. I cut out over half a dozen things to sew. But then, late one night
an idea came to me, an I just had to get up early one morning before the heat
hit, to draft a pattern and cut something out.
Even though I got sidetracked
I at least managed to finish two items.
Digger boxer shorts for
Jarvis. Since the kid is still wearing size one boxers, I figured it was time
for him to go up a size or two. Jarvis chose the fabric and I altered the
pattern to fit a size four. His waist still measures the same from two years
ago, so they are long, and super baggy. But Jarvis loves them.
I have to include all of his
"modeling faces". He kept telling me to take another
Jarvis wanted Chester to have apple
sarouels to match his own. So Chester
seems to be getting a bit of a fruit salad theme over the last two weeks. Chester is on the little
side, so a size two sarouels is extra roomy on him, but it will give him heaps
of space to grow.
Oh, and here is the little
cutie in his pineapple shorts from last week.
The everyday moments. I
want to remember moments, moments that are not huge. But those little every day
things, things that we forget our children doing. I want to remember, and
enjoy, the magic of these moments. So, I am going to join in the 52 Project for
this year concentrating on the little, the everyday, the ordinary.
I wonder what it is going to
be like when life separates these two? Next year Jarvis will be due to start
prep. How will Chester
be without his older buddy? How will Jarvis be without "my Chester".
Each Wednesday we go to the
library for Toddler Time. They will play with the other kids, but always
together. I hear Jarvis introduce himself and then introduce Chester. Today a little girl asked if Chester was Jarvis's
brother, Jarvis always gives the same answer, "he is not my brother, he is
I knew this 52 challenge was
going to be hard when I set it for myself. But what it is doing is really
making me aware of how little 'me' time I have in my life.
Granted, the end of last week
for four days, I was slammed with violent gastro, and the begging half of the
week I was balancing two small boys, while Tamika had the delightful gastro
attack. Interesting how Mums, well this Mum, always puts their children first.
Pineapple shorts for Chester. I had so much
left over from the pair I made Tamika, I thought I would make Chester a matching pair. Think it took me
longer to draft the pattern, than to cut and sew them. But at least I got one
full item off my sewing machine.
On a side Note: Jarvis just
went through my stash and selected several fabrics and said "please make
everyday moments. I want to remember moments, moments that are not huge.
But those little every day things, things that we forget our children doing. I
want to remember, and enjoy, the magic of these moments. So, I am going to join
in the 52 Project for this year concentrating on the little, the everyday, the
wonder if Jarvis will always 'look after' Chester?
When ever the two are together, Jarvis takes it upon himself to care for
Jarvis. The constant hand holding. Or sometimes, it is more of a death/wrist grip.
worry that sets over Jarvis if Chester
does something. In this case it was because it was because Chester went in the water too far.
must like it, as he is always the mirror to Jarvis.