“We’re having a Family Meeting!” That’s what Femi says whilst we’re all flapping around in the kitchen.
How can a husband, for the very first time and out of the blue, announce that we are having a family meeting without expecting that you will immediately enter panic mode and demand to be told everything is alright so you can sit rest assured without every face muscle you’ve dreamt will remain youthful falling as south as it can go.
Everyone wants perfectly behaved kids. At the same time we know this will never happen.
Vee has allowed her curiosity to get the better of her on my mobile. Sometimes I forget to turn the parental controls back on after checking a few things, and Victoria gets to access YouTube. It wouldn’t have been such a problem if Siri didn’t exist. But, yes she has figured she can use the thing to search for anything that takes her fancy. Needless to say, she’s discovered some unsavoury videos. Parental controls now stay on permanently, even though I literally can’t access one website on anything vaguely normal .
Mr Jade, on the other hand, had declared in a discussion that he did not need to do his homework with excellence.
Having mentioned both incidents to Femi and asking him to talk to them – I had no idea that he didn’t realise I wanted him to have a personal one on one talk with each of them, He calls the puzzling ‘Family Meeting’, in the living room.
Victoria’s sitting besides me on the sofa and shuffling up as close as she possibly can. It’s at moments like this, when they’re feeling vulnerable and despite the days you have the disagreements, and their tiny voices are crying “You’re not my friend anymore,” you suddenly realise how much they really do need you.
“We’ll be doing these a lot more!” Femi says after all the fatherly advice.
Time will tell, but I think this is the start of a good thing. Kids remember so much of the stuff we talk to them about. When they are young, and haven’t quite made up their mind on the world, they tend to take what you say as gospel.