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Showing posts with label playing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label playing. Show all posts

Saturday, August 13, 2011

letting go

My grandsons make new friends at their aunt's college graduation.


Children play, children learn
Teach them well so they will yearn
To open their minds
To possibilities.  - BJT

During a hot and very long college graduation our grandchildren found a way to cope, by getting down in the sand and playing with their trucks.

With positive guidance parents can help to foster a healthy curiosity and desire to discover. This can be done in any setting and anywhere. Helping a child to see the beauty of the world and the living things in it is a gift parents can give to their children on a daily basis.

Encouraging children to experience the possibilities which connecting with others can bring is essential to a child's development. Parents can teach children how to form simple friendships by using the rules of sharing.

Our boys did not want to share their trucks at first but after some gentle encouragement the children began to create a little world with their imaginations, a couple of  toy cars and the materials at hand like sticks and leaves and pebbles.

The children played happily.

Although the boys live far away from the little girls we can never know if their paths will cross in serendipitous ways once again.

Papa shows the children how to build a road with a flat stone.


With guidance and encouragement you can help your child to reach out to new friends, whether on the playground, during a family gathering, or at a community event. Introducing the children to one another teaches them how to interact politely and builds confidence, helping  children to develop important social skills, like sharing, listening, taking turns, an interest in others and experiencing a sense of community.

Good Luck! Good Parenting!!








Sunday, June 12, 2011

Naturally Fun

Discovering the Atlantic Ocean
Discovering the Cold River


Water works
It works for us
It flows around the soul
How come I'm such a water works
As I am growing old?

Children love to discover the world around them. Getting outside with a  child helps to build a child's confidence and  creates an awareness for the natural world around them. Who needs play gyms and Fisher Price when you have the great outdoors?

Going outside gives a child a chance to see what is beyond the world of home. Something as simple as a pebble or a shell can fascinate if only you take the time to slow down. And each little thing my grand children uncover gives me  the opportunity to sharpen my own appreciation of life and it's beauty.

Want to become young again? Do it by getting outside with a child, you'll be amazed at how the world through the eyes of a child holds joy and peace.

Did you know that Native Americans used to eat pine needles to get their vitamin C? And that spider webs were used by New England settlers as a type of healing bandage? And that mud can soothe a bee sting?

Cool stuff.

My grandsons are asking me to take them outside, proof that this theory holds water.

Check your local parks and preserves and pack a picnic. Set out to discover together.

Good Luck!  Good Parenting!!

Bon :)




Sunday, March 6, 2011

Play it up

Recapitulative Play: Climbing, den building, hiding.

Dressing Up: Experimenting with identity.

Creative Play: Playing with aesthetics.

Mastery Play: Learning how to use objects.

Deep Play: Learning about risk and danger.
Rough and Tumble Play: Testing your own strength.


*Suggested books for families to read:




 “Secret Spaces of Childhood” by Elizabeth Goodenough’s book, (University of Michigan Press, 2003). Goodenough, a scholar in the emerging field of children’s studies, noted that time outside school was increasingly filled with adult-organized activities and indoor screen time. Children no longer had the space or opportunity to organize their own play or discover their own secret spaces.

 “Play- How it shapes the brain, invigorates the imagination, and invigorates the soul” by Stuart Brown, M.D. and Christopher Vaughan, Penguin Group, 2009.

 “Last Child in the Woods” by Richard Louv, Algonquin Books of Chapel Hill, 2008.



*Documentary to watch:

Writer and director Christopher Cook and consulting producer Mark Harris created Where Do the Children Play? The film won five Emmy Awards.





Good Luck ! Good Parenting!
Bon :)



Son-in-law, Doug and Robert

Son-in-law, Doug and  Robert
Reading, Writing, Arithmetic

Daughter-in-law, Mich,Steve,& Collin

Daughter-in-law, Mich,Steve,& Collin
Family Hike

Mom and Daughter Nat

Mom and Daughter Nat
Mom and Future Mom

Jillian and Sean w/ Molly

Jillian and Sean w/ Molly
Group Hug

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."