I had a couple of conversations recently about the fantastic school systems in place in Europe, mainly Scandinavia. Where play time is huge and the approach is much more open to educating children than in some other countries. I read up a lot on their approach and I have to say it makes so much sense. Education is key for our children, I guess we all agree on that. But it’s also important that they have time to discover who they are. That they have time to recharge and most of all: Time to be kids.
While we are fortunate enough that we can choose what education we want our kids to take advantage of, not everyone can. There are many children who want to learn but simply can’t. Because they don’t have the schools or the schools simply don’t care for them. I wrote a post about this subject a while back and would like to share it again as a Blast Of The Past as I think it’s crucial to not forget about them. Everyone should have the right of education.
“I love my boys to. It’s but it’s always so wild, rough and loud and I just wish that there would be a girl as well to balance it out.” It was a raw and honest statement a friend of mine recently made. The funny thing is that I heard a similar one about having only girls as well.
It’s always interesting to hear different takes on schooling or homeschooling. I loved this one because it comes from a child…
Make it your day. From the start to the end. I know it’s not always easy but it is doable and we can all get there. So let’s do it. Let’s start the week on a positive note!
- Mention something that you consider being good in the comments
- Or write a post about it on your blog (please don’t forget the pingback if you do so I don’t miss out and also share the link to it in the comments below). Something good that happened to you recently, or something good you will experience in a little while, or something good you know will happen soon. Something that makes you feel good.
- Share this post and invite your followers as well.
Before I share my good thing with you let’s celebrate a little bit. Let’s celebrate Monday being our day:
And again! We have more celebration in us… Let’s do a little bit more… One more round… Because we totally earn it!
“My daughter has set her mind on a career and although I know she is still young I actually think that is it. She really wants to head there. It makes me happy to see that she has an idea of what she wants to do with her life as many young people seem to not have a clue at all. So let’s keep our fingers crossed that she keeps the goal clearly in front of her and keeps moving towards it in a steady way…”
My heart is warm. Actually it’s flowing over with love right now, as I watch my daughter sitting in the water, playing with the wet sand, enjoying this beautiful day on the beach. I watch her from a bit further away. Watch how she drops the wet sand on her arm, watching as it drops down into the water while leaving a little trace on her skin.
This beautiful innocence. The content she has with herself and the moment. This living in the moment. It gets to me. It makes me happy, it makes me sentimental.
I watch her look up, smile at me, wave and hear her say “I love you mommy.” I love you too, my baby.
She is no longer a baby though.
I often ask myself how something that was made with the same ingredients can turn out so completely different. When you cook and use the same ingredients your food not always tastes exactly the same. The most amazing creation are children though. And they most definitely turn out very differently although the same “ingredients” were used. There is the mom and the dad and they together create the kids. We then shape them day by day, teach them, guide them, support them. We do it the same way. With all of them. The tiny little differences are just like using a pinch of salt more or less in a recipe. And still, they turn out so differently.
It’s not just because they might have a different gender. They are simply different personalities. People with their weaknesses and strength, things they like and dislike. Dreams, hopes, passions and goals. While dreams might be similar their approach is different. The way they handle success or failure too. I hope you don’t mind if I share another Blast From The Past with you all.
I’m on the train again, on my way back from work. Next to me are two moms and their lovely kids. I watch ho one of the girls walks over and kisses her mom on the mouth. While something like this warms my heart it seems to annoy others. The lady next to me starts wiggling around and seems totally uncomfortable. The girls kisses the mom again and the lady next to me can’t hold it back anymore and starts telling the mom of. I hear the words gross, inappropriate and crossing a line that should not be crossed.
I honestly feel sorry for the mom. And the child. And their friends. I can’t help myself. I look at the woman in disbelief, shake my head, get up and move over to the seats behind the mom. Her daughter looks at me, unsure about what she’s done wrong. I smile at her and say “keep kissing your mom. It’s the most beautiful gift you can give her and believe me, it makes her very happy”.
I can’t believe how people think they need to tell others off for something that is simply none of their business. Especially if it’s something so innocent a d harmless. It reminded me of a post I wrote a while ago which I’d like to share as a Blast From The Past.
I was sitting in the train on my way to one of my very early morning shifts. I can’t eat breakfast so very early so I usually have my cup of tea and then take along either a muesli bar or something else I can nibble on while on my way. On that specific morning I had a bag of almonds with me.
At this time of the morning there are usually not many people on the train. Not that this is of any relevance but it makes me watch who gets on and off and who is actually traveling with me. And maybe because of that I suddenly thought of nut allergies.
There are many things kids need to learn. Have to learn. As parents we need to support our children in that process and help them wherever we can. Sometimes we need to be strict, sometimes we can be a bit slack. What it needs though is a clear line, even if we make exceptions from time to time.
We all know those picture of the beautiful and perfectly styled house, of the living room that looks to die for, the bedroom presented in the most perfect manner, the children perfectly dressed and perfect hairstyles. We know the pictures of the perfect dishes, making drool when just only look at them. A perfect world presented in a perfect magazine, in its perfect world where even a stew or porridge looks amazing.