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| Alannah, the daughter of my daughter, is now 2 years and 9 months old. I am her carer on Fridays, and for half of Tuesdays, as her grandfather takes her to the park for the other part of Tuesday. She goes to Kindy on Monday and Thursday, and spends Wednesday with her mother. For mine, this is an ideal child-care structure. |
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| We now live in the same house, my daughter, her husband, my grand-daughter and I. Last year, I was living in a court-yard apartment in the inner-city suburb of Paddington. A similar child-care arrangement was in place. However, I found that I was structuring the day, as I used to when I ran my own Kindy. Inside play. Outside play. Water play. Sand play. Reading time. Colouring time. Painting time. Plasticine time. Sleep time. Video time. That is not the case any more. |
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| Alannah is older. We are both at home. A structure does not enfold our day. Except for the structure her Mumma sets: leave the house at 7:30am, and return home about 6:30pm. Have lunch about 12:45, read for a while, and then sleep about 1:30 'til 3pm. And the day zooms past. And she grows. And learns. Acquires skills. And expresses herself. We have done a lot of craft, with cutting and pasting. She has quite good scissor skills. However, this week she clambered back into artistic mode. |
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| Her mother took the easel out onto the front lawn last Sunday, and I followed suit on Friday. In between I had stocked up the ToyBox with lots of paints and brushes and paraphernalia. She is more than happy to explain what she is painting as she progresses: usually spiders, or crabs, or octopus, or sharks, or snakes. But it is the brush strokes that fascinate me. They have more purpose to them: some short, some long; some dabbed, some swirled; some curved, some straight. There are some colours she can do without, but not green, or blue, or purple, or white, or black. She is into black in a big way, and not just with paints. Her mother no longer has a decent black texta anywhere in her home-office. But look at the attempt at writing words. Wonderful delicacy, and purpose. |
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5 comments:
Isn't it great watching them develop, even though I have to do it via photos, videos and skype. Fox loves painting too. I have one of his framed and hanging on my wall. He is ambidextrous but when he writes his name with his left hand the F is reversed. Enjoy your time with her, Ma.
Children as so lovely at that age. Growing into their own little person and so full of "Whys" and endless chatter.
Spot on, Joan, both with the 'shys' and the endless chatter. And the copying ...
Alannah has the best of all worlds, I think, Julie. So much love and care, so much exposure to a world that doesn't include television or computers.
Hugs,
K
You know it, I know it, little Alannah is gaining such incredible skills with you being there for her; such is one very special and lucky girl. Your posts are just wonderful Julie. That you fill your days with teaching at home like you do, and then write such lovely blog posts, and create new gardens and go walking and take photographs ....you're amazing! :).
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