On educating our young

We have a semi-momentous event beginning next week in Miss Gs world: her momma and I are going to start some informal preschool activities with her for a short time each day.

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This adventure is not about the system of education that encourages making a toddler into an adult sounding, forward thinking academic by age five. I personally think that Miss G is rather bright, but grandma, nor her parents, are at all about turning her into a PhD candidate at ten years old. I foresee feeling woefully inadequate soon enough on the education front with her anyway, pushing and prodding isn’t necessary.

She has though, for some time, and quite vocally, been extremely curious about school, where the neighborhood kids go with their ‘pack-packs’ each day, and when she can join them.

Mom even looked into local pre-schools in her area. There are those associated with professional daycare programs, but Miss G is not in professional daycare so that seemed rather silly. There are a few independent, private programs, but for varied reasons (ideology, cost, days offered, cost) it was decided to hold on an outside program for now. I too have a few programs in my area of slightly less cost, and more general ideals, but the days offered just don’t coincide well either when two different people are the drivers on two or three different days.

Mom has been putting together a very simple and short program of activities that focus on a specific letter, or shape or number and we will work on the chosen special character for one week at a time. While this plan isn’t going to satisfy Miss Gs desire to ‘go to school’ she is coming to grandmas one day per week now and that mixes up her usual routine a bit, hopefully giving her newer and changing views of her up-to-now limited worldview. I have quite a few places for activities around my locale as well that will allow us to get out and explore, so the timing with spring around the corner couldn’t be better.

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Miss G has had a big year already what with first advancing into true toddler mode, then accomplishing (almost) the whole potty training endeavor. She is articulate, able to grasp concepts about emotion and consequences, and feelings, and so very inquisitive. I find great joy in just, very literally, watching her think. She will be chattering about something, pause-often significantly-to puzzle out the correct word or idea that she wants, then toss it into the conversation and carry on. She does much the same with physical tasks as well, practicing over and over until she accomplishes her goal. We can definitely apply the label determined to Miss G.

Age three is just around the corner, as are other changes to come for her and her world this year. While I know part of the appeal of ‘going to school’ for Miss G is simply the interaction with other kids, I think we can all find ways for her to learn to socialize as well. There’s actually a drop in activity program nearby that I can utilize on her day’s with me here, as well as library programs close by. Miss G has a smart momma who has decided to ease learning into the everyday routine. It’s only Miss G, at this point anyway, that doesn’t realize that her school isn’t going to be much different from what we’ve been doing with her everyday for 2 1/2 years. It’s amazing how, with just a bit of structure, play time can turn easily into school time.

The official Caillou backpack doesn’t hurt either.

Huff/Post50: Thanks for defining ‘older’ for me

I always run across articles on the Huffington Post that I like, and I’ve followed HuffPost Women for some time now, mostly because they post blogs and articles pertinent to gender and feminism. I often share those articles on the Facebook version of IATIW.

In a moment of wandering and exploration yesterday I decided to also take note of Huff/Post50 because, well I’m over 50. I also qualify now as older apparently.

I suppose that I never really think too much about age when I visit the articles on feminism and gender at HuffPost Women. They are significant to me because of my interests and beliefs, not because most of them focus on individuals who are in their 20s.

I can’t think about anything other than age when I visit Huff/Post50.

I was rather happy to run across this article yesterday, finding promise in the fact that this page designed for the over 50 crowd was also addressing feminism and current practice surrounding BDSM. Being over 50 doesn’t mean being none-sexual, so I thought, “Well yes, it’s not just the younger crowd who is posting about submission and bondage and 50 Shades in articles like this.

This morning though, Huff/Post50 greeted me with:

These Stunning Older Celebrities Ruled the Red Carpet... including photos of what they call ‘post-50′ (insert older) celebs like actors Steve Carell, age 52; Julianne Moore, age 54; and Melanie Griffith, age 57. Thus I am defined clearly as ‘older’ at 55. Thanks Huff Post for making this clear to me.

I also received some valuable information in articles that clearly define the way I spend my days in contemplation of my age:

Six Foods That Actually Relieve Gas …filed under ‘bloating.’

The Conversation I Had With My Younger Self …notably filed under ‘aging.’

The Top Retirement Fear of American Seniors …filed under ‘concerns,’

and just one more-

5 Ways to Make Yourself Irresistible To Your Partner– Again …filed under ‘relationships’ with the requisite sexy female leg suggestive of so many things that I could rant about, but won’t at this time.

I also can learn how a New Anti-Aging Chocolate May Make Skin Look 30 Years YoungerIt’s called…”Esthechoc.” Again, I cannot start a rant that may never cease if I begin now so all of you, please rant for me either silently, to those who matter to you, in the comments, or share your own posts on aging if you feel so inclined.

I have to get busy learning how to have enough money for retirement so that I can successfully appear 25 again and seduce my partner after some life-altering yoga workouts that may also work in combination with all those foods that are systematically reducing my flatulence problems. No one told be that being ‘older’ meant so much work.

Blog Share #11

I’ve been neglectful about blog sharing, but in my defense I have been doing some…readjustments…in the blogs that I read regularly, the blogs that I followed more as a courtesy, and then those blogs that post so very randomly that I forget about them until a strange name pops up alerting me to a new post. At that point, it often seems like whatever attracted me to the blog originally has either changed, or I admit I just wasn’t that interested to begin with.

I’ve decided that I’m a bit of a blog snob. It takes a lot, and I can’t often express what that ‘a lot’ thing is, to pull me into a blog and more importantly, make me want to continue to read. I am also fickle, and because I’m searching for something to round out my life, to smack me in the head and open my eyes to…happiness, the future, the answer to why I’m here…I tend to be easily led from blog to blog but find little of substance that keeps me around. There are some great blogs out there, lots of them, but they aren’t what I’m searching for, which is -apparently- the answer to all my life problems.

However, on my always go to list is Behind the White Coat. Can you guess what this blog might be about? From Victo’s own introduction:

“I have been practicing for over ten years as a family practice physician. I started working on this blog as an outlet, a place for the honesty that I cannot indulge in elsewhere. Sometimes I have felt that I will explode with words…all of the words that I have had to leave unsaid. So here they are.”

“At this point I have no idea where my musings will go. My intent is to write and post at least once a day, covering topics ranging from motherhood, medicine, and life in general.”

Yes, we have a practicing physician who writes about life as a doctor, with all the funny/sad/scary/outrageous, and even disturbing encounters that define her professional life, but that physician is also a woman, with children and family, and issues, and a past, and a future, and opinions. I know that it’s a novel idea, but this blogger doctor is – HUMAN – and honest, about her life and medicine as it is today.

I enjoy reading her insights about the state of healthcare, and her stories about her practice. I respect her honesty on issues that aren’t always easy to discuss, or that have straightforward answers. I love that she gives opinions and critiques and isn’t afraid to speak out about both the ‘right’ and the ‘wrong’ in our system. Readers also get to see the other side. We get to experience what happens when the white coat comes off, when the career woman becomes the individual just trying to manage that daily life.

I hope that you’re curious. Check out this recent post, or this one, or maybe this one.

I think that the tagline behind the title of this blog, Behind the White Coat, says it all: Beats a real human heart…

Yes, it does.