I cannot help but to note the difference between
bringing up children today and when we ourselves (over 30 years old) were kids.
It’s also fascinating to listen to our parents’ generation tell us how it was
when they were nurturing us back then.
For starters, there weren’t a variety of baby bath
products – no bubbly baths and bath gels and scented this and that. We had
panga soap, and to top off the bath experience – copious amounts of Vaseline
applied liberally to make the skin shine like a ripe tomato (though I admit I
do the Vaseline part to my kids).
Nappies were used more than diapers that were a
luxury to many. And maids were dedicated to washing those nappies unlike today
where they’ll quit on discovering that they have to wash off baby poop daily. Thank
goodness for super absorbent diapers like Pampers which have made baby care so
much easier! And still on the subject of
maids, we had one – not two or three to cater for two or three kids – just one.
And they were fired once we were old enough to cook and clean!
Hmm. School. My baby boy PD started at 2 years 10
months. 5 months later he speaks to us in French and operates an Ipad better
than me. I started nursery at 4 years, other kids at 5 years and in shags ‘What’s a nursery?” But we had
more fun in terms of games, perhaps because TV started at 5pm with a few
minutes of Choppy / He Man / Sheera / Saber Rider… good cartoons that didn’t
have loads of blood, gore and witchcraft like they do today. Telly was after an
active outdoor session of Kati / shake / tapo / mabuyu / hopscotch or simply
running around the estate aimlessly chasing one other.
We would walk in and out
of each other’s houses, eating House of Manji biscuits and for ‘dessert’ we’d
suck the sweet nectar out of honeysuckle flowers growing on fences.
There were no mobile phones. No distraction from
the internet and social media. I don’t think we had gone past using DOS on
computers yet (actually did computers exist in Kenya?). There was wholesome
entertainment with little immorality.
Sometimes I wonder how my mum coped without some of
the fancy gadgets that we have now. For example, instead of baby carriers and fancy
prams it was the shuka. Instead of breast pumps it was manual expression by
hand, even at work! Knitting was a norm and also stitching the kids’ matching bed
sheets and pillow cases that I look at with great pride today... our mums were
and still are super hardworking women!
Children’s safety concerns were less - neighbors
knew each other long before ‘Nyumba Kumi’ initiative, so it was easy to trace
your kids’ whereabouts. Cases of kidnappings were infrequent, so it wasn’t
terrifying to let your kid walk to the bus stop alone and jump into a bus or
matatu.
Toys were simple. My sister even made her own doll
in school! Today, there are kiddy make up sets, Ben 10 this and Hannah Montana
that. It seems this generation’s creative side is being suppressed by
technology on which you can draw without feeling the waxiness of a crayon on
your fingertips, or the texture of plasticine when moulding shapes, or the
dusty rubber of a used tyre as you roll it around. There’s too much sitting
around now.
A recent newspaper article stated that “Kids are around 15 percent less fit in cardiovascular terms than their parents were 30 years ago. If a young person is generally unfit now, then they are more likely to develop conditions like heart disease later in life”.
A recent newspaper article stated that “Kids are around 15 percent less fit in cardiovascular terms than their parents were 30 years ago. If a young person is generally unfit now, then they are more likely to develop conditions like heart disease later in life”.
The list is
endless. I have definitely realized that, childhood is the most precious, care-free
and innocent stage of a person’s life. So since ours has passed, why don’t we
make our children’s / students’ childhood era something to remember with pride,
joy and nostalgia 20 years from now? Their lives truly are, literally, in our
hands.
The
author, Janet Kanini is Pampers Brand Ambassador
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