I had a burst of energy when I came home from work on Saturday. So I used it to do some housework, send some emails and work on a few posts to be published during the course of next week. I was disappointed that I didn’t find time to work on last week’s SHARE-YOUR-WORLD questions, but I am pleased that this post is all ready and just in the nick of time!
These were the questions that fabulous Melanie, the creator of , gave to us in this week’s SHARE-YOUR-WORLD, and this is her original post where you can find all the other bloggers who have taken part:
On A Scale Of 1-10, How Strict Were Your Parents?
I would not use the word strict about my parents. However, they did provide what I would describe as training and a wonderful example for us.
My parents were great. They are great. If they were strict we did not know it. They trained us, they spent time with us. We learnt from them, we copied them. They not only gave us advice and guidance, they lived in such a way that we would want to do what pleased them. They were and are lovely. I think some people misinterpret the word “discipline”. Discipline should not be about punishment. It is about training and educating, shaping someone and preparing them for life. My parents prepared us for the day when we would have to make our own choices that we would be accountable for. They provided the best possible start in life for us.
They are brilliant company. People in our town loved them because they helped others. They trained us to do the same. I don’t remember being fearful of them. There was a lot of love and kindness at home for most of my childhood. I love the memories I have of being trained in household chores. If you did a job well, the reward was praise and you were entrusted with more responsibility (ie more important work) and then pocket money.
I do remember occasionally being told off for being naughty, but it usually came with questions from my parents about why I had done something and then they would reason with me about why it was wrong and why I should not do it again. They made it clear that I could choose how to behave, that I could control my behavior. They showed me that we choose who we are. They showed me how to react to mistakes and weaknesses and how to become a stronger and better person. I still remember how they shaped my thinking with beautiful reasoning that touched my heart and made me want to be a nice person.
I think the main reason we would be in trouble as children was for squabbling with our siblings. My dominant impression of my childhood is that my parents allowed us to be children. They helped us feel valued and useful. Rather than praising us for high grades in school work, they praised us for acts of kindness and generosity. They gently encouraged us to blossom, rather than putting pressure on us. They set the example. We saw them reading and studying, we did the same. Any kind of recreation or entertainment was a family event, so they knew what was going into our minds. They wanted to nurture good in us and protect us from harm.
Life was never about what we could not do. It was about what we could do. They filled our time (outside of school) with ways we could show kindness to our neighbours or others in our town who might be lonely or struggling. They also made plenty of time to play with us. They encouraged us to be active (we swam for many hours a week and we only gave up the local swimming club when our trainers there were putting pressure on us to be more competitive as we did not want to be competitive) and Dad taught us to climb trees and took us jogging and played sports with us. Mum is more of a walker than a sportsperson. But she also loved taking us outdoors. We would often go for rambles and picnics with mum.
My parents had seven children to rear on a very low income but they made plenty of time for volunteering with local charities. That made a huge impression on me. I saw what real joy involved. My parents beaming smiles are an inspiration. They are a very hard working couple who care about others. They are kind, generous, modest, sweet, mild, humble and joyful. They are outstandingly reliable and faithful. I am very blessed to be the child of a wonderful couple.
All of us children had a grumpy teenager moment (except beautiful Milly). My parents must have found it difficult when we no longer wanted to communicate with them. But they never gave up. They could guess some of what was going on in our minds and hearts and they carefully appealed to us.
When I was fourteen I started working for a record company and going to live music events in Manchester and all over the North of England. I learnt for myself in my teenage years that everything my parents had taught me was true. That filled me with respect for them. They told us the truth. Their training and guidance was in my heart and it empowered me to reject what I could see was harmful and turn my back on people who had chosen degraded practices.
I made my own choice. I wanted to be like my wonderful parents.
What Wastes The Most Time In Your Day To Day Life?
I try not to waste time. I am a big believer that you ought to make the most of each day and show your appreciation for life.
But having said that, there are things I do that are more important that others. I prioritise on the more important things. The lesser things I still manage to make time for and I enjoy them. I don’t consider those lesser things as a waste of time.
You probably have seen one of those pictures showing that if you put the big things in first, then you can often add lots of other smaller things around them. But if you concentrate on all the smaller things, it is less likely you will have room for the big things.
What am I trying to say? I guess that time management and learning to prioritise are very useful skills. Some people pack an extraordinary amount into each day because they know how to make the most of every minute. They often have time for work, play and rest and still manage to keep in touch with friends and family and enjoy relationships.
The only things that waste time are those that are harmful and reckless. They waste other people’s time too. I can’t abide the idiots who make prank calls to emergency services.
Do They Bury People With Their Braces* On?
I have no idea.
I have been with a number of people when they died. After the Doctor came and issued a death certificate, we would do a number of things before the undertakers would arrive. As many of them were older, we usually put their dentures back in. I don’t know why exactly. We usually washed our patients and put them in a clean nightdress (or another article of clothing they had chosen) and brushed their hair neatly. Then the undertakers would take them away. I always presumed they didn’t make any additional changes after what we had done.
Why Does A Round Pizza Come In A Square Box?
I have had as many square slices of pizza in my life (when you live and work with 800 people everything is done large scale) as slices from a round pizza.
Is this question a joke? Or a serious question? It reminds me of that expression I heard when growing up…”for being obedient people might call you a square, but if you are obedient you are going to be a-round for much longer than they are”.
Pizza – round. Box – square. Why? Because it is cheaper to make square cardboard boxes? Is that a sensible answer? Packaging design is not something I give enormous thought to I will admit.
Cue the Pizza Hut song!
Share something you are grateful for right now
I am grateful for my lunch tote, my thermos flask and my water bottle.
I started using them just over four weeks ago. I could see what was developing in other countries and I so I decided to stop using public transport completely. I also stopped using the kettle and microwave at work or going out to buy lunch.
Every night I come home from work and make my sandwiches for the next day. In the morning, I fill up my water bottle and then make some fresh tea or coffee for my thermos flask.
They have been very helpful in helping me stay in a little protected bubble so I could be fit and strong for work.
You should see me on my way to walk, swinging my little lunch tote and singing to myself to cheer myself up before the demanding day ahead.