Showing posts with label Shingle Inn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Shingle Inn. Show all posts

Tuesday, 12 March 2013

FUTURE MEN


I love Mondays. Yes I know most do not, but Justin has Mondays off, so we always spend the day doing something together. We try to make it our day, now we have Jarvis, it has become our ‘family day’.

As with every Monday, Jarvis has his swimming lesson in the morning then we do something. 


This week we went into GOMA, Queensland Gallery of Modern Art, at South Bank. I love it there, so much so I use to work at the gallery. Lucky for me Jarvis also loves it there; this is because the gallery always has spaces dedicated to children. The whole bottom level is just for kids, The Children's Art Centre; it has interactive projects, activities and publications for children and families.

However, at the moment Jarvis’s favorite space in the gallery is up on the third floor, Paramodel joint factory 2012’. Jarvis will spend ages re-arranging the train pieces. Also he loves to flirt with a young red hair girl who works there.  


The other exhibition Jarvis likes is the Richard Maloy, Yellow or blue? 2012. Justin and I made Jarvis a costume out of the cardboard, however, Jarvis was not impressed with it.



After a couple of hours at GOMA, we wandered across the bridge into the city, stopping off at the Shingle Inn to have a hot chocolate. Who knew that hot chocolates came with instructions? Jarvis liked the booth, and that he got to colour in while we drank our drinks.


Over all a lovely day together being tourist in our own city. The only blimp on the radar was on the walk back over the bridge a man purposely slammed into me. (There was heaps of space, so I assume he did this on purpose). At the same time grabbing my breast. (Buddy after breastfeeding and at my age there is not much to grab). At first I was upset, then I thought why let this arrogant aggressive male get to me, But then I also thought, “What would his mother think?”

All of this left me thinking… I am raising a boy, a future man. How do we know when we are ‘getting it right’? Or how do we stuff up, some mothers must have raised this type of male. So mothers of boys out there, how do we raise our boys to be the men we want them to be?