http://www.cec.sped.org/AM/Template.cfm?Section=Home&TEMPLATE=/CM/ContentDisplay.cfm&CONTENTID=6271
I found this very interesting, particularly the section entitled, “Behavior, Learning and Language”.
A lot of it seems like common sense, but even though we may recognize it as valid, it is probably something we don’t think about in the course of our daily interactions with our children.
I can remember T.’s early school years, when we would try to help her with homework and she (and we!) would get so frustrated. It was a constant fight. Later on, it got easier, but I can remember those struggles so well. We are already experiencing the same thing with B., even though she is very academically gifted, and this article triggered a light bulb for me; the homework isn’t the problem. It is the fact that we are tired, she is tired, nobody wants to be doing it, and we all get frustrated more easily as a result. The approach matters…we have got to pay more attention to how she feels and to using the appropriate language in that setting.
The last thing I want is for either of my children to look at learning as a chore or an unpleasant experience, something to be avoided. I have always adored learning new things and have eagerly approached any learning opportunity with nothing short of excitement. I want them to feel the same way, because if you know that there’s nothing you can’t learn, then chances are there will be nothing you can’t do.
I think we all need to take a little time to research learning patterns and approaches that will help us to bridge the gap between our knowledge and our children’s needs. This is not information for teachers alone – parents need continuing education, too. If you don’t know where to start, Google it! (What did we EVER do before Google?)
Many parents think of teaching as, well, the teacher’s job – not theirs. But the fact is – and it is a fact that is well represented in this article – that you are teaching your child, every second of every day, whether you know it or not. The question then becomes, are you teaching them something you want them to learn?
I don’t say this to make anyone self-conscious or to make anyone second-guess his or her every move. I say it simply to point out that teaching is most definitely not only the teacher’s job. The teacher imparts specific knowledge, but the subject of life is taught not only in the classroom, but every moment of a child’s life and by everyone whom he or she encounters. No one is a more powerful force or a more profound influence on that process than the parent, whether he or she knows it or not.
Take a little time to look into how your child learns. Learn a little bit yourself, about his or her brain functions and the ways in which the brain processes and stores information. You might find yourself thinking up a few new ways to interact, that might improve not only his or her academic progress, but your own relationship.
It’s worth the time. After all, you only get one shot at raising this child, and there are no “do-overs”. Kids don’t, unfortunately, come with an “undo” key.
I have Views on this. First, let me say that I have to agree on the point that it is essential to encourage children to express their creativity and personal style. This is something they need to do for proper development, absolutely. Paint, sculpture, dance, athletics, creative writing…there are a wide variety of media through which this can be accomplished.
I have to disagree that it is necessary to do so through clothing, and I doubt this is the true motivation behind this movement. I suspect that the parents who are opposed to this are not the ones lined up at Wal-Mart in the “clothing vouchers only” line. I suspect that the parents protesting this are the ones who are just as concerned as their children about what someone else is wearing, and whether what they themselves have is better.
In an age when our schools are struggling to produce graduates who can hold their own in a global job market, I find it amazing that parents are more concerned about self-expression than about removing one more distraction that prevents kids from focusing on what they are SUPPOSED TO BE really there for – to learn. (I say “supposed to be” because as far as I am concerned, many schools have become more social gathering places than educational facilities any more, and I lay much of the blame for that at the feet of belligerent, uncooperative and over-coddling parents.) While I certainly do not believe that school needs to be a trudging, depressing, stifling environment, I also do not think that the equalization of uniforms will necessarily create such an environment. The environment of any school is only as good as its educators, and a teacher who encourages self-expression and creativity will not suddenly become a Hitler-esque martinet overnight simply because all his or her students are now wearing khaki pants or skirts and navy shirts.
I also suspect that these parents who are so concerned about “self-expression” would not be nearly so supportive of that concept if it involved the child painting freestyle over the wallpaper in the formal dining room! I believe this is merely an excuse for parents to throw a grown-up version of a kicking, screaming fit because someone else has made a decision about what is best for their children, without consulting them.
You are certainly welcome to disagree with me, but as far as I am concerned our society has become over-permissive, and far too concerned with coddling the delicate psyches of our children, rather than teaching them core values and giving them the necessary tools to make their way in the Real World.
Answer this for me, you parents who are concerned with self-expression: When your child shows up to work at a Fortune 500 company in ripped jeans and a skull and crossbones T-shirt, do you honestly think their supervisor is going to wave it off with a “He’s just expressing himself”? Not in the Real World – which is what we are supposed to be preparing our children to deal with!
And the final comment: purchasing uniforms is no more expensive (and may be far less!) than spending thousands (yes, thousands) of dollars trying to help your child keep up with the latest fads. And if you are adamant that they simply must have those Lucky jeans – no one’s telling them they can’t wear what they want to the mall.
Filed under: Childhood, Fear and Pain, Happiness and Joy, Love, Motherhood, Old Stuff, Transplants from LiveJournal
I have heard it said that life is a journey…
If this is so, then it is a long and frightening one, and fraught with peril.
Along the way, the trail narrows and grows rough
And in some places, it passes through deep-shadowed caves.
I watch as you, my beloved daughter, step onto that darksome path
I am helpless and worried, knowing your fear and confusion
And knowing that nothing I can do can change the path you must walk.
I cannot lead you through the shadows,
for though I have walked this path myself,
my shadows were my own, and not the same as yours.
I cannot banish the darkness,
for the only light that can penetrate here
is the lovely glow of your own warm and courageous soul.
I cannot even walk before you,
to find and face the dangers,
for this is not my journey, but yours.
But that is all right, and as it should be;
for the steps we take on life’s journey
are both determined by, and formative of,
our own souls.
And sometimes, you must take the steps yourself
Brave the darkness
Learn the road
And by learning it, change it, and make it yours.
And you do not need a light,
Or a map to follow
Or someone to clear your path.
Sometimes, all you need is a hand in the darkness
To tell you that you are not alone, and that while you are afraid,
fear is not debilitating — it need not stop you from taking the steps you must take
And that you will not become lost in the darkness,
For someone is there with you, holding your hand.
So know this, child of my heart:
That though this darkness is your own
And I can neither banish it, nor lead you through –
Still I will be there with you, always, if you will let me…
And I will always hold your hand.
My 7-year-old gave me a heartbreaking wake-up call some time back.
I had told her, “I’m sorry we had a rough day. I don’t like having to get on to you all the time. But even though it was rough, I still love you.”
And she said…
“Sometimes it just doesn’t feel that way.”
Ouch.
It makes me realize that I have got to stop being so impatient to get through every day. I need to be kinder and less critical and more THERE for them. Life has made me so rushed and distracted that I feel I don’t have time to be nice, and that’s just crazy and stupid.
So soon, they will both be gone and I will no longer be a part of their lives…I will not lose these days to regret through a mad dash to some undefined and probably nonexistent finish line. I will treasure each moment with them and act in such a way that they will be able to treasure each moment also. After all, there are only so many moments in a life.
One night she wanted me to read to her; the deal is, she has to be asleep by 8:30. So if she wants me to read to her, she has to be in bed by no later than 8. Then I will lie down with her and read to her for a while, then hold her while she goes to sleep.
This particular night, I had a ton of stuff to get done and was impatient for her to go to sleep so I could get started. She asked me to read to her and I told her, “No, it’s 8:15. You know the rule; if you aren’t in bed by 8, I can’t read to you. You wanted to watch (whatever it was), and so you didn’t get in bed by 8. You need to understand that you only have so much time in a day, and you have to think about how you are going to spend it. Make it count. Figure out what is most important to you and do that first.”
The point at which the italics start in the above paragraph is the point at which I started hearing my own words as though they were being reflected back at me through a megaphone. I was talking to myself, I realized.
No matter what I had to accomplish that night, no matter how many things “needed” to be done, none of them – not one! – was more important than spending a few minutes reading to my daughter and cuddling her. But it took that moment, that soul-feeding moment (see The Simple and the Profound, below) to make me realize it.
Needless to say, I stayed and read to her. No more running for the goal line. The journey itself is the prize, and the moments along the way, when treasured, bear a distinct air of the divine.
http://www.parentdish.com/2007/07/27/junie-b-jones-and-the-case-for-spelling-grammar/12#c6499353
It’s not the article that pisses me off, but the comments.
You will NOT find anyone on the planet who is a bigger proponent of proper spelling and grammar. However, this is ridiculous.
I have read these books. I know these books. My daughter loves these books. She does not, for one second, think that they represent proper grammar. She does not learn spelling from these books. She reads them, not to be educated, but to be entertained.
WHEN did we stop allowing our children to be entertained?!? WHEN did that become a crime? WHEN did it become necessary for every single thing they encounter to be “good for them”?
Anyone who thinks that Junie B. Jones needs to be BANNED is a self-absorbed, pretentious idiot with far, far too much time on his or her hands and far, far too little to worry about. And yes, you can quote me on that.
