I have three children, but it’s my eight-year-old son in particular who is mad keen on football.
He idolises members of his football team to the point of obsession and follows them with an almost blind faith. And sometimes that really bothers me.
Because the way I see it, no sportsman or woman should ever be put on a pedestal and worshipped just because they can kick a ball well, and no celebrity should be worshipped just because they can sing, look good in clothes, or appear on reality TV.
It also bothers me because not a day goes by without a fresh new celebrity scandal. And while there are plenty of famous, positive role models out there, there are also plenty who are the very opposite.
That’s why I don’t want my kids looking up to untouchable, unrelatable sportspeople or celebrities – especially those with questionable values. I want to be the best role model in their lives: I want them to look up to me.
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Recently I was driving my children to school in inner city Melbourne. What should take me 15 minutes on paper can often take me an hour and a half in peak-hour traffic – and let’s just say that traffic has made me very frustrated on occasion. In fact, not so long ago, I may have been known to express my frustration with some choice words and actions.
But recently I realised that in the same way I had watched my own father and his habits when driving, I was perhaps projecting the wrong kind of habits upon my own children. I didn’t want impatience while driving to be their normal.
I wanted them to watch me and to admire my driving and road sense, just like I want them to watch me and admire the way I treat others, handle conflict and stress, and handle other challenges life throws my way.