Thank The Books It´s Friday

I´m going to skip all pleasantries and head straight for the Thank Fuck squirrel.

 

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You´ll never guess what a week I´ve had. Seriously. Especially yesterday. Jesus Christ on a popsicle…. Remember my last post? Well, it caused quite a stir.

 

 

I guess I struck a chord with my discussion post. Apparently, fake coffee and a somewhat neutral opinion can do that.

 

 

 

Oh! * waves hands enthusiastically * Guess what? I started reading again.

 

 

I thought I´d never find my reading mojo again. But it´s back and I´m more than thrilled about it. So thrilled that I started 2 books. You know, sometimes I truly believe I can´t be helped anymore. Instead of concentrating on 1 book I dive right in to 2.

 

 

But, I´m reading again and that´s the only thing that matters. Now I´m concentrating on `The Kiss Thief` by L.J. Shen.

 

The Kiss Thief

 

You know I love me some great cover image. I thought this was just one beautiful piece of princessy pretty. The lace, the crown, the filters…. Now that I´ve had a closer look at the actual print version I can´t say I´m rooting for the cover as much anymore. There appears to be an antique filter over the image and now everything looks too overdone. Or am I imagining things? Help a book babe out!

 

 

 

 

See what I mean? My print copy ( right pic ) is a little more blurred and yellowish.

Needless to say – I decided to continue `The Kiss Thief` and hope to all that´s pink and fluffy it´s worth the money I spent.

 

The other book I started is a dearly beloved hyped read I´ve been avoiding for years! All I´m going to say is that it´s by Sarah J. Maas and I´m terrified.

 

I also spent some time questioning what went wrong with my ability to be a parent. Because when an angry parent calls you and tells you what their kid heard my daughter say at the playground is not always great.

“Your daughter told my daughter that her dad, your HUSBAND, said that only great songs have the word fuck in them.”

 

 

You know, you sort of try to learn from the mistakes you made with your first kid. I guess husbutt didn´t get the memo.

And I did what any respectable parent would do in that situation.

I told the parent that their kid must have misheard my kid. Speaking with missing front teeth can be adventurous then proceeded to give both husbutt and my youngest death glares.

 

 

From now on  husbutt can deal with angry parents. I have officially retired. I tried my best and decided that the universe needs more cocktails.

 

So, that´s it for this week. Angry comments, angry parents, and a book I truly hope will knock the wind out of my sails because I need that positive blow.


 

How has your week been? What are your plans for the weekend? 

 

Hope you all have a safe and wonderful time.

Much love,

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Review- Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother by Amy Chua

Book Description

At once provocative and laugh-out-loud funny, Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother ignited a global parenting debate with its story of one mother’s journey in strict parenting. Amy Chua argues that Western parenting tries to respect and nurture children’s individuality, while Chinese parents typically believe that arming children with skills, strong work habits, and inner confidence prepares them best for the future. Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother chronicles Chua’s iron-willed decision to raise her daughters, Sophia and Lulu, the Chinese way–and the remarkable, sometimes heartbreaking results her choice inspires. Achingly honest and profoundly challenging, Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother is one of the most talked-about books of our times.

My Thoughts

I have an important life motto.

„Never discuss politics, religion, money and parenting in public.“

Those four topics will guarantee a fight. Especially parenting because everyone has a strong opinion on how kids should be raised the right way.battle

I´m a mother of two girls, ages 6 and 10. We´ve had our up´s and down´s like any other family, especially when it comes to us parent´s trying to `do the right thing`.

I consider myself an easy going type when it comes to parenting. That doesn´t mean I sit back and sip cocktails all day long and let my kids do whatever they please. What I mean is- I´m not very strict. I believe life is too short to scream and have a nervous breakdown. Kids are little people with minds that are like a blank canvas. You have the duty to help fill in the blank space with all you have to give, that includes alot of love.You have to explain a whole lot or else they won´t understand. Sure, I get loud every once in a while but I never go beyond that.

We have very few rules in my house.

  • If you break something of yours it´s not going to be replaced. So take good care of what you have.
  • Don´t hurt anyone. Not verbally nor physically. Don´t dish out what you don´t want in return. Because you won´t like the echo.
  • Bedtime by 9 p.m.

And for the last 10 years I think I´ve done a pretty darn good job at raising my kids. I´m not one of those over-scheduled mothers who drive their kids all over town all day, five times a week. My house is not spotless and doesn´t look new because, well… I´m clever enough to know that I have kids who will either by mistake spill juice, food, etc, or will accidentally color my walls with toothpaste because they weren´t watching where they were going.

It´s all about communication. A relationship can´t function without talk and neither can kids know if what they´re doing is right or wrong without sitting them down and having a chat with them. Kids aren´t idiots, even if they sometimes act like ones.

As long as there´s no blood drawn or someone is in a life threatening situation- there´s no reason to go apeshit. Shit happens. If not with the kids then shit will happen at work, with the family…. you get the picture, right?

I´m not saying I´ve done everything right. I´ve made plenty mistakes, myself. And I still got the teenager years ahead of me. Who knows how my kids will turn out by then. But for now- I´m happy and so are my kids ( I hope. Gonna have to ask them in the morning about that. Lol)

I knew, before I started this book, that it wasn´t going to make me happy. As I´ve said above- any discussion about raising kids will most likely end up in a disagreement. I know for a fact that alot of people don´t understand how my husband and I can stay calm and collected with our kids and I´m not quiet either when I see parents yelling at their children in public, or trying to discipline them in what they think is the right way infront of me ( I hate when kids get yelled at for whatever small reason. Hate, hate, hate ). But reading this book made my blood boil. I was fuming.

So outragous and unreal. How can anyone act like the author / mother acted towards her children? It was appalling and….. it left me speechless.

I hated this book. And what I hated most was how I couldn´t stop reading it. I wanted to know if anyone actually reported that mother or if she got away with the terrible shit she put her children through.

The credentials on the back said:

`Breathtakingly personal … Her tale is compelling in the same way as a good thriller`

`Blissfully funny … This book, for all it´s hilarious / hair-raising insights into how to raise terrifyingly over accomplished children, strikes me as being not so much about parenting methods as about the immigrant experience`

There were no hilarious parts in this story. None. I didn´t even smile.

And in the description it says:

`It was supposed to be a story of how Chinese parents are better at raising kids than Western ones.`

And that´s exactly what this book was about. `Battle Hymn Of The Tiger Mother` is a biography of a woman, wife, mother on parenting and how Western civilization is practically shit at raising kids and only the Chinese are capable of bringing out the best of their offspring.

I call that a crock of shit. How dare she?

The clue of it all was- The author raised her kids á la Chinese style in a Western civilization. That´s just as terrible, if you ask me.

What this author revealed in her book was not only medieval, it was cringe-worthy.

Not at all worth anyting…not even my time. I still get pissed just thinking about her ways and how she dealt with her children.

Telling a child the picture she drew was not good was one of the worst parts of the book for me. Seriously, I have 2 kids who couldn´t be more different from one another, too. My oldest is the quiet type and my youngest is my firecracker. If I´d have told my oldest her picture wasn´t good she´d have needed life long therapy. If I´d had said the same to my youngest she´d have grown horns and chased me around the house…from the ceiling…while spitting fire. ( Aren´t kids great? :-))

Hours beyond hours of Violin and piano practice? My oldest would have fallen asleep and my youngest would have eaten the instrument out of spite. My life is too short to witness either.

Threatening a child with burning stuffed animals, not allowing playdates…. HELLO? The stuffed animals from my girls are their lifelines. They´d have to pull off some serious shit for me to want to burn their sacred bears, dolphins, etc. To be honest- Burning anything of theirs would never cross my mind in the first place. Neither would putting my child out on the cold because it didn´t want to practice an instrument or what not. It´s 2017. Surely, there are other ways to knock some sense into a child ( should any form of communication fail ).

The author wanted her children to be the best. No. You don´t quite understand…. she wanted them to be THE BEST. I want that, too, for my girls. But not at the cost of their freedom and sanity.

This book was, also, less about her children and more about self-display. I, I, I, me, me, me. That´s all I read. Lots of screaming and fighting. For fucks sake…. to read about the many fights was exhausting beyond means. I wasn´t even interested in the cultural differences because the author globalized everything and constantly compared. I, now, automatically assume all Chinese mothers are brutal, mean as shit witches and that Western mothers are lazy shits who ruin the lives of their children. That´s how this author displayed the two cultures. I´m aware that that´s not, in anyway, true… but she just went along and pointed fingers at nations and cultures. Not cool at all.

Bah. I´m not surprised I hated this book. I´m not even surprised I hate the author and want to hunt her down for the shit she thought was worth having printed.

I will not recommend this book. It´s not worth it. But I will keep it and show my girls one day how life could have been if they were born into that family.

See? Never talk about parenting. And don´t write a book about parenting either. That will only get you 1 out of 5 stars. Unless we share the same opinion. Lol.

Cursive Writing- Teaching my child the art of penmanship

 

It all started when my 10 year old daughter, Eve, came to me the other day and asked if I could order a book for her on Amazon.

My heart always swells with pride when my kids show interest in books. I mean- an avid reader would love nothing more than to share some book love with their kids, right?

But this time- my heart stuttered and I felt my forehead wrinkle. Eve didn´t ask me to buy her ANOTHER book on horses or other animals. This time she asked if I could buy a book on cursive handwriting. Imagine the look on my face.

At first, I thought she was interested in the history of cursive handwriting. Could have been possible. Some kids like to ride their bikes and some want to learn about cursive writing. Kids are odd that way. To each is their own. But, no. Eve didn´t want to learn about the origins of the delicate hand motions. She wanted to learn how write cursive.

This stopped me dead in my tracks. Wasn´t my child going to learn how to do that in School? I was confused. After calling all kinds of people ( including my daughter´s teacher ) I quickly learned that my daughter will never learn the art of cursive writing in School.

Cursive writing is dead.

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I find this alarming. You can find cursive written words all over the place. How was my daughter ever going to be able to read cursive writing without my help or the help of anyone older?

I see a small problem forming.

The closest thing she will ever come to writing cursive will be by connecting certain letters in a word. Not all letters. Just a few. The rest will be in bold letters. Let´s take the word `Letter` as an example.

The `Le` would be connected together in a cursive manner and the `tter` in print.

I can see adults writing that way. Young adults eventually develop their own personal writing style…  But to teach children that kind of style? That doesn´t make any sense. It´s lazy and sloppy. Half-assed technique. ( Okay…I´m getting mad here. * breath in – breath out * )

I´ve noticed my daughter writing in that odd 1/3 cursive style when she does her homework. But I thought it was a new way of learning the skill ( because with every new generation the system comes up with some new crap to try out on the kids ). Little did I know that the school system would go so far as wipe out a style of penmanship. Why?

I´ve searched high and low, combed through countless websites and articles, trying to find an explanation or at least an answer that made sense. I´m just as clever as I was before. Every article I came across looked like they were written by the adults from the cartoon Peanuts. „Warp woooaarp woah woah, wooom warp.“

I´m 35 years old. So, technically- I haven´t been out of school for forever. It´s only been a few years. I belong to the generation where we learned how to connect our letters with loops and curves. All the letters of a word together. Remember?

So, yeah. I bought her a book on how to learn the basics of cursive handwriting. I actually bought 2 books and I´ve invested hours, sitting beside my kid, teaching her how to hold her pen, swinging letters, etc. I can´t say it was easy, though. Do I feel more appreciation for teachers now that I´ve taught my daughter how to write? No. It´s their chosen profession. They get paid to do their job. I feel litle sympathy. ( I´m pissed. Can you tell?)

I didn´t know this as a child but learning to write in cursive is an important tool for cognitive development. As an adult and a mother of 2, I can see the importance of cursive writing. I see the positive effects it has for a childs concentration, for their motoric skills. And believe it or not- cursive writing even has an effect on reading skills as well. I have living proof snoring two rooms down the hall!

I´m talking about our future, here. Young minds who are learning to type with their 10 fingers instead of learning the art of swinging a pen over paper in a graceful manner. I find that sad. This has nothing to do with old fashioned thinking. It has to do with letting something important die because a group of people / some institution find it unnecessary. Which is the stupidest reason I´ve ever came across.

Will it be an issue if this generation is not able to read a book title that is printed in cursive writing?

What about logos, slogans and what not? Some fonts are cursive.

We´re living in a time where technology has the upper hand and time is our enemy. It´s natural that some things my generation enjoyed will soon be a fun-to-laugh-at-memory or completely forgotten. But to let something as important as a handwriting style die is inexcusable.

The end of the story- My daughter is now happy she can write in a different style. And a happy daughter equals a happy mommy.

Here are the books I´ve purchased that have helped my daughter learn the art of cursive handwriting. She still has a long way to go but that´s okay. If the School system doesn´t support it, I definitely will. ( Both books are available on Amazon.com )cursive writing 3

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