Look Through Your Child's Eyes
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Collin made his own telescope to view his world.
Take a peek at the world once in a while through your child's eyes. It isn't always easy to do with our busy schedules. Trust me, five minutes is not going to make any difference on the everyday necessities end, but can add up and make a huge difference on the relationship your create with your child.
Take time together by looking at the world using a child's perspective.
As we become parents and life moves incredibly fast, we sometimes don't think we have time to see the world like our kids see it, like we once saw it. The truth is, we do, and its important.
If you can master the skill of being able to slow down and savor a few minutes together parent to child, a blink in the big picture, life will become a little less stressful and that much more wonderful. There's nothing as contagious as the joy on your child's face, but you have to stop to look and it will require you to pause for a minute.
For starters, try getting physically down at their level to see how the world you both share appears. Get down on the floor and see the room from your child's level. You'd be amazed how gigantic the table seems and how many things are out of reach and can't be seen at all.
Kids have a natural way of making everything new and exciting and it doesn't take much to have fun and experience the wonder of things. An empty box or paper towel roll or dancing to music or cooking together are some examples of simple and creative fun.
When you go outside, studying a leaf, or observing a crawling bug, or listening to a bird call or a train in the distance or a jet at 30,000 feet takes on a whole new meaning when you stop to bring your child's attention to it. Watch your child's reaction, key off of that.
And when a child brings your attention to something new they've discovered, which can be as everyday as a fluttering moth or a kite string up in a tree or the way the clouds float by, go with it! You've seen it before, but maybe they are just noticing. Talk about it, experience it together through your child's reactions and questions.
Taking time like this is a basic way to begin teaching a child how to slow down and use all of the senses, a life skill that will go a long, long way.
Good Parenting!! Good Luck!!
Bon :)
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Excerpt from Growing Up Crazy by Bonnie J.Toomey
Freeze Pops
Winter 1972
There’s ice on my bedroom window in little cornered crescents. It’s still dark out, but it is time to get up for school anyway which I happen to like a lot.
I wriggle out of my pajamas and pull on a hand me down sweater and jeans from my aunt who works as a nurse in Boston. She was always giving us bags of clothes which I would pull apart and alter to fit my style and size. This gave my wardrobe an eccentric and eclectic look all its own which I thought was quite individual and even artsy.
I hated to leave the warmth under the pile of blankets and old coats I had layered on for extra insulation at night. It could get pretty cold upstairs this time of year, and the transition from clothes to no clothes to clothes again was a little unpleasant in the wintertime. There’s never been heat up here, Dad didn’t put it in, but instead cut a hole in the floor the size of a wood stove chimney pipe to let whatever heat rise up from our wood stove down in the kitchen.
“Heat rises,” was how Dad explained it to us. I kept thinking, well maybe it does, but I sure can’t feel it up here.
It is colder than usual this morning. My fingers don’t work as quickly as I want them to. I head downstairs where mom and dad are hunkered under some blankets on the couch which they must have dragged in front of the fireplace during the night. They’re still sleeping. Dad’s head at one end of the couch and mom curled up at the other end.
I grab my bag and step outside into the ice cold morning and my nostrils form tiny icy needles on the first breath in sticking together like metallic glue. Luckily, the bus arrives in less than a minute but long enough to finish turning my toes in my sneakers into ten freeze pops.
I slide in next to Claire careful not to break off any digits.
“Vaugn, you look really cold,” she says, very concerned. The newscaster on the bus radio says that it’s five degrees this morning over central New England, and that it warmed up from the overnight low of zero.
I explain that I think our furnace broke again and she offers me her mittens with the fancy rabbit fur cuffs.
“Thanks, Claire,” I say, and between her offering and the noisy over head heater blowing puffs of warmth into the air, I thought I had died and gone to heaven.
Excerpt from Leaf Landing by Bonnie J. Toomey
French Lesson
French is not the easiest class to miss.
I missed almost two weeks straight
after Mom died
and a lot of other days before that
and now I am really behind.
Mom wanted me to take French
because she thought it would help
in ballet class.
Dad lost a couple of bids.
He says people are losing
their jobs,
the economy is bad
The TV keeps warning
unemployment is up,
gas prices are up
and people are fed up.
I don’t know why Dad
has to watch
it only makes him
yell at the TV
Dad says we need to conserve more than we have been
now the house feels cooler.
When I complain,
Dad says
to go outside and come back in ,
then I’ll feel warmer.
Harriet and I spend our time bundled in
an extra layer of clothes
or dragging an afghan around
like giant moths in cocoons.
We are out of butter again.
Dad says
to try using peanut butter.
Well, isn’t the word,
butter,
in it?
Harriett won’t eat her toast
and it just sits on the plate
getting cold
like the floors
in this house
and suddenly the one phrase
in French,
“It is cold.” comes back to me:
“Il fait froid,
la maison est fait froide."
