Ten things the presidential candidates could learn from my child’s preschool teacher.

I’ve been observing the run for the American presidency with abject fascination.   It’s been quite a show, I must say – even from the opposite end of the world over here. Listening to the talking heads, watching the debates, seeing the sheer spectacle of it all has left me scratching my head and wondering about the way Mr Romney and President Obama (and the three-dimensional media circus that follows them) have been conducting themselves.    You see, if any of our children behaved the way they have been behaving, they would find themselves in the naughty corner contemplating their Ps and Qs for a very long time.   We teach our children from the time they are little to share, play nice, work together, be respectful. We teach them please and thank-you. We tell them to respect diversity of opinion. And then we put two leaders in front of them who promptly throw these rules out of the window. So, Mr Romney & President Obama, here’s a reminder of what you were taught in preschool:


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About Michelle Lewsen (They Call Me Mummy)

Motherhood is a privilege but sometimes, when we're covered in vegemite/vomit/poo, it's hard to remember just how lucky we mums are. In another life I was an award-winning Copywriter with something to talk about other than the fact that Jason Mraz was on Sesame Street. I moonlighted as a Personal Trainer and Aerobics Instructor just for fun (because I was bored, what with all that annoying free time...) In this life, I'm mum to three entertaining yet exhausting, delightful yet demanding, inspiring yet soul-sucking people I've ever met. I love them intensely and will go Mama Bear on anyone who dares try hurt them. Even on the days they seem bent on my destruction. I am also the lucky winner of Cupid's lottery and somehow landed an incredible husband. The poor guy suffers through my adult ADHD with an admirable generosity of spirit and a wicked sense of humour. I think I'll keep him. This blog captures my life. Sometimes warm & fuzzy, sometimes shriek-out-loud funny. In my spare time (between 1am and 6am) I've been writing a series of children's books. Soon, I'll be publishing them and your kids are going to adore them, so watch this space. WARNING: I'm an oversharer. Working on it. (Not really)

Posted on J October, 2012, in Bullying, Family, Life, Motherhood, Parenting, Politics and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.

  1. Well said. I was saying this, basically, to my husband, just this week.

  2. I just said the same thing to my classroom full of fifth graders! Honestly, its a horror show! I refuse to vote for either of them; I am voting for the Green Party!

  3. You also need to think about your audience whenever you’re writing. Even if you hate it, you got to perform that during your college and university life.

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