Monday 19 October 2015

Sharing the Classics

We like to share with our children, especially introducing them to the stuff we grew up with .... specifically music and television shows we loved.

The Caveman and I grew up in very different households. The thing we had in common was that we were both raised by single parents - his parents were divorced, as were mine. He was raised by his Dad. He was the only child and his exposure to different types of television and music was, by his own admission, fairly limited. He grew up in a regional area, with very little choice in TV or radio channels. TV viewing consisted of sport, news, documentaries and half-hour British comedies, and there was only one local commercial radio station. He didn't really discover popular music until he was a teenager and had his own radio in his bedroom.

My upbringing was almost the opposite; my mum was raising three kids, all with different tastes, so we had a lot of variety. We lived in Brisbane; TV was everything from cartoons to dramas, movies (old and new), sport, comedies, documentaries, and a bit of news thrown in for good measure. Music was a constant: radio (on popular commercial stations), cassettes and records - oh, how we loved our record player! - and watching Countdown (and Rage, later on) was like a religion for us every weekend.

There were other differences too, which dictated the atmosphere we were raised in. His Dad had grown up in a very stable, traditional home. My mum grew up in an orphanage ... when she had her children, she didn't have that traditional family model to follow. She was like a kid herself in many ways, and enjoyed discovering the things we liked, while also sharing her old favourites with us.

The Caveman and I are products of our upbringing - as we all are - and the differences do show sometimes. He likes tradition and routine, and believes that the kids should do what he says, no questions asked. On the other hand, I don't care too much about routines and I'm more easy going with the kids (probably too much, at times). We are well suited because of our differences, we have been a good influence on each other and, for the most part, have found a happy middle ground.

Sharing our childhood and teenage favourites with the kids is one thing we have always agreed on. In recent times, they've all learned more about 60's, 70's and 80's music than they ever wanted to know and, as it turns out, they don't mind most of it. Of course, the trade off for us is that we have to listen to their music too ... everything from Taylor Swift, The Weekend and Bruno Mars to Eminem and 50 Cent! But we are okay with that. I never wanted to be one of those parents that says, 'No, I don't want to hear the rubbish you listen to.' There is a lot of good music out there, if you're prepared to listen.

There has also been a resurgence of classic tv shows in our lounge room recently. We have a collection of movies and TV series which we choose from (none of us are interested in the constant stream of reality TV or current affairs shows that swamp our free-to-air channels). Our daughter has discovered a love for Star Trek: The Next Generation. Our younger son, aged 8, loves watching old Doctor Who episodes with his Dad and, in turn, the Caveman is learning to appreciate the modern Doctor Who as well. Our kids prefer the original Star Wars trilogy over the Prequels (well, doesn't everyone?). They have seen episodes of The Dukes of Hazzard, The Cosby Show and even Bonanza - now that's going back to before either of us was born! It's not all old stuff though... we also watch current shows like The Big Bang Theory, along with documentaries, sport and news.

Reading through what I've written, I realise that we may be nerds (really!), but the important thing out of all this is that it helps us to communicate better. Finding common ground, sharing things we all love, it extends into other areas of our relationships with each other. And that makes for a happy family.







Sunday 4 October 2015

Worth the Numb Butt

This is another blog about a special friendship ... although it has none of the loss or grief that was present in my last post.

Our daughter, the Cavegirl, is away at the moment, visiting her best friend in Townsville. Her friend used to live in our area, which is when they became friends, but her family moved away a few years ago. For anyone who isn't aware, Townsville is in Far North Queensland, a good 12 hour drive away from where we live - or an expensive flight (which is why the two girls haven't actually seen each other for over two years!).

It was organised in a bit of a hurry last week, when someone I know in the other girl's family rang to say they were heading up there for a few days and would our girl like to go along? I knew she'd be thrilled with the idea and said yes for her, since she was out with friends at the time.

We agreed the Cavegirl would have to be told a few days before the trip, so she could pack, but everyone else would keep it a secret so that her friend wouldn't have any idea she was coming.

In the end, it was last Saturday morning and our darling Cavegirl was in a typical teenager-ish grumpy mood. Deciding it was time to cheer up our cranky miss, Hubby and I took her outside and he aimed his phone at her with the Record function on, while I told her the options for the last weekend of the school holidays - she could choose from Ten Pin bowling, one of the Sunshine Coast theme parks, or a trip to Townsville to see her friend.

She was stunned. Initially she didn't know whether to believe me, but once she realised it was a genuine offer she burst into tears and gave us hugs, which made for a lovely, moving recording. We emailed it to her friend's mum, who told me it made her cry.

The next task was for the Cavegirl to keep the news to herself, so that her friend would be surprised when she got there ... a much harder task, when our girl was so excited herself! She loved the idea though and spent the next couple of days packing and doing her best to avoid social media (she didn't trust herself not to spill the news!).

She was picked up from here on Wednesday morning at about 7 am and spent the entire day in the car, with just a couple of stops along the way. She kept me updated with texts occasionally:

12 noon - 'good trip so far, non stop laughter and entertainment.'
1.30 pm - 'Just reached Rocky and this is seriously getting boring.'
5.20 pm - 'I can't feel my butt ... it's like it doesn't exist ...'
and then, at last:
11 pm - 'I am with my best friend!!! :-)'

They recorded the meeting for us ... my girl walking around the corner and completely surprising her friend, who genuinely had no idea she would be coming too. It was absolutely brilliant, both girls crying and hugging and yes, I cried when I watched it.

So, after spending four full days in Townsville, she will be arriving home tonight. From all reports, the girls have had a fantastic time together - I'm sure it would have been an emotional goodbye this morning. No doubt we'll have LOTS of photos to look through when she gets home, but I'll just be glad to have my girl home again ... even if she's tired and grumpy after the long trip back :-)