My daughter's first grade class is assembling a book on geography. Each child was assigned a geographical concept to look up in the dictionary. Then they write the word on their page with the definition and draw a picture of it. A few kids were assigned two pages, so all the concepts would be covered. Leah got "prairie," and then she got "universe."
Universe?
She diligently looked it up in our illustrated children's dictionary, (there was no illustration on this one, by the way) and copied down the definition in her best handwriting.
The whole of everything that exists, including the earth, moon, sun, all the planets, and all the stars.
I talked a little about how no one knows how big the universe is, and many people think it's expanding. All that we can see with even the most powerful telescopes is still just the tiniest fraction of the universe. As she began to draw, she stopped and pondered for a while. Then she said this.
Mom, I think the universe is God's mind. The universe keeps getting bigger because God's mind keeps getting bigger. I think when someone dies, she's still in the universe, because she's still in God's mind.
Blew. Me. Away.
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Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
hailstones for everyone
My daughter and I were riding our bikes home today, and the sky opened up and dumped down hail. It was so unexpected and so violent in the slanting way the ice pellets struck our skin that it was almost funny.
Well, the six-year-old didn't think so. She was furious, crying and completely miserable. I kept yelling up to her (over the pounding of ice pellets) just keep going, honey! We're almost home!
We did get home, put on dry clothes and ate a couple homemade snickerdoodles, and watercolored together (see new banner). We both had that feeling that we had just acquired a good story.
But, unfortunately, we didn't do any of those things before I felt compelled to deliver a motherly speech about being a good sport about circumstances no one can control. It was uncomfortable, I lectured, but it didn't actually hurt you. You were acting like it was your own personal hailstorm.
And right in the middle of that speech I understood that I was giving it to myself. We've had all this uncertainty lately, regarding work, and I've been stewing about it. Like I was the only one who could feel the ice pellets. But while it's uncomfortable, it's not actually hurting me.
And I'm going to have a good story when this is over.
Well, the six-year-old didn't think so. She was furious, crying and completely miserable. I kept yelling up to her (over the pounding of ice pellets) just keep going, honey! We're almost home!
We did get home, put on dry clothes and ate a couple homemade snickerdoodles, and watercolored together (see new banner). We both had that feeling that we had just acquired a good story.
But, unfortunately, we didn't do any of those things before I felt compelled to deliver a motherly speech about being a good sport about circumstances no one can control. It was uncomfortable, I lectured, but it didn't actually hurt you. You were acting like it was your own personal hailstorm.
And right in the middle of that speech I understood that I was giving it to myself. We've had all this uncertainty lately, regarding work, and I've been stewing about it. Like I was the only one who could feel the ice pellets. But while it's uncomfortable, it's not actually hurting me.
And I'm going to have a good story when this is over.
Friday, April 10, 2009
everything there is to know about Russia
The wise-way-beyond-her-years Stephani, who is raising three young boys in Texas and telling about it in her wonderful blog Blue Yonder, recently posted this idea (which she says is inspired by Lori's Camp Creek Blog, which truly is the original font of inspiration).
It's a simple idea, but somehow I needed it pointed out to me. When your child asks you a question you can't answer, write it down.
I've been leaning on this tired phrase: "oh, that's an interesting question. We should look that up."
I was called out on that. "Mom," my son said. "You say we'll look it up but we never do."
"What was it you asked about?" I asked.
"I don't remember anymore," he sighed.
I've carried a tiny notebook and pen in my purse forever. It says email Emily or return library books Monday--stuff like that. Sometimes it catches snips of poems or essay ideas. Often it's turned over to Leah for drawings or tic-tac-toe games in a waiting moment. Why didn't I ever think to hand it to Jacob? I don't know.
So, after reading Stephani's post, I reached into my purse for this notebook and tossed it to Jacob in the backseat. "Write it down," I said, "because I really want to know that too and we'll look it up together." His reaction was all I could hope for.
Here is a partial list of my son's research topics in the last few days, written in his own words and his own tidy, purposeful handwriting.
How tall is Mt. Everest in INCHES?
What is the gas milage of a Smart Car?
Where was President Garfield when he was killed?
What do fire extinguishers let out?
Everything there is to know about Russia.
It's a simple idea, but somehow I needed it pointed out to me. When your child asks you a question you can't answer, write it down.
I've been leaning on this tired phrase: "oh, that's an interesting question. We should look that up."
I was called out on that. "Mom," my son said. "You say we'll look it up but we never do."
"What was it you asked about?" I asked.
"I don't remember anymore," he sighed.
I've carried a tiny notebook and pen in my purse forever. It says email Emily or return library books Monday--stuff like that. Sometimes it catches snips of poems or essay ideas. Often it's turned over to Leah for drawings or tic-tac-toe games in a waiting moment. Why didn't I ever think to hand it to Jacob? I don't know.
So, after reading Stephani's post, I reached into my purse for this notebook and tossed it to Jacob in the backseat. "Write it down," I said, "because I really want to know that too and we'll look it up together." His reaction was all I could hope for.
Here is a partial list of my son's research topics in the last few days, written in his own words and his own tidy, purposeful handwriting.
How tall is Mt. Everest in INCHES?
What is the gas milage of a Smart Car?
Where was President Garfield when he was killed?
What do fire extinguishers let out?
Everything there is to know about Russia.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
nurturing parenting in the limelight
I'm taking this quote to share with my class of teen parents today.
You may remember hearing it, but I thought I'd share this emphasis with you, too.
“For as much as government can do and must do, it is ultimately the faith and determination of the American people upon which this nation relies.
"It is the kindness to take in a stranger when the levees break; the selflessness of workers who would rather cut their hours than see a friend lose their job which sees us through our darkest hours.
"It is the firefighter's courage to storm a stairway filled with smoke, but also a parent's willingness to nurture a child, that finally decides our fate.”
from President Barack Obama’s Inaugural Address, Jan 20, 2009 (italics added)
You may remember hearing it, but I thought I'd share this emphasis with you, too.
“For as much as government can do and must do, it is ultimately the faith and determination of the American people upon which this nation relies.
"It is the kindness to take in a stranger when the levees break; the selflessness of workers who would rather cut their hours than see a friend lose their job which sees us through our darkest hours.
"It is the firefighter's courage to storm a stairway filled with smoke, but also a parent's willingness to nurture a child, that finally decides our fate.”
from President Barack Obama’s Inaugural Address, Jan 20, 2009 (italics added)
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