Showing posts with label simple life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label simple life. Show all posts
Monday, May 26, 2014

Simple life


We have been making good use of our tiny pool / giant bathtub. Ryan especially loves it. I mix in some hot water so that the pool is nice and warm and he can stay as long as he likes in it.


Lately, he has been calling it his "aquarium tank", after one session when I dumped toy sea animals inside. He said it was like swimming in a big aquarium. He's happy with the dolphins and the sharks and even the squid, but he always boots the octopus out (I usually throw the octopus back into the pool to tease him - can you spot it in this photo below?).


About two sessions ago, Ryan set up a water slide on the wall. It was the simplest of water slides - just a slanted pool noodle for the water to go down, with a bucket at the bottom end. I helped him to secure it with masking tape, but otherwise it was all him, and I didn't try to improve the set up for him at all. 

I wanted to give him the chance to take full ownership of his accomplishment, to know that he could make things happen, to be confident that his ideas were worthy, and to know that I appreciate him as he is. I didn't want to deprive him of that powerful feeling of, "I can do this."

After he set it up, he played with the slide repeatedly, just pouring water into it over and over again, filling up the bucket and emptying the bucket, and starting over again and again. 

The following Monday at school, during the class morning meeting when the students shared what they did over the weekend, his water slide was the first thing he talked about, including how he set it up and how he played with it. 

At the next session in the pool, he set it up again with just as much interest and enthusiasm.

It was a simple, simple thing, yet there was so much value from the experience. Good stuff.






Thursday, June 27, 2013

Simple life - buying fruit

I thought I'd share some on-the-go shots and snippets of our day-to-day life with the littles.

Some days when I fetch Ryan from school and arrive at his nanny's place, I park near a fruit/fruit juice shop. After I park the car, I will look back at Ryan sitting in his car seat and ask him if he wants to buy some guava. He always says yes. I will give him some money and he will keep it carefully in his hand while we cross the busy road to the shop. As we walk, I ask him, "What are you going to say to Aunty?" and we talk about what he should do. I will remind him of the social niceties - to say Hello Aunty, Please, Thank You, Bye Bye Aunty and See You! We talk about the money he is holding - how much it is, whether he needs change, the denominations of the coins or notes, how much one packet of guava costs. We talk about whether he will share his guava with anyone (he always says Bella - but Bella is no longer looked after by his nanny).

This is the shop, and you can see the shopkeeper inside (the one with the checkered apron and her hair up in a bun). She looks like a lovely lady.


I say that the shopkeeper "looks" like a lovely lady because I've never actually spoken to her. When we reach the shop, I always stay a distance away and let Ryan go in by himself. After all, the whole point of discussing what to do and what to say is so that he can do the task on his own, without me. In any case, I know that the shopkeeper will guide him if he needs help. So I keep my distance. The shopkeeper and I smile knowingly at each other from afar, both of us understanding that this is a good experience for Ryan - he feels capable, he feels independent, he feels confident.

There is usually a queue but Ryan always goes straight to the shopkeeper, bypassing everyone. The shopkeeper always serves him first no matter how long the queue. Ryan has been visiting this shop ever since he was an infant in his nanny's arms and the shopkeeper adores him. I would prefer him to queue up but that is just not going to happen here. The shopkeeper treats him like a superstar and, of course, I love that she does.

After the shopkeeper has packed up the guava for Ryan and hung the bag on his arm, she will give him a hug. No matter how busy her shop is, that hug is a guarantee. Then, Ryan will wave and say Bye Bye! as he skips out to me. He reports with a grin, "I said Thank You!" and I know he isn't telling me for the sake of getting my approval. He is bubbling over with joy and sharing his joy with me, knowing that he did a "Great Job".

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