My father used to buy catchy pieces of street-art. Scupltures, pottery, wall paintings etc. Also our garden had quite a few flowering plants. When I recollect my quiet days while growing up, I clearly remember days when I would analyze a flowers petal arrangement or try to understand how beautiful the shades in a painting are, or arrange/rearrange flowers in a vase.
They were basically days when I slowed down and stopped to admire beauty.
To mimic a similar experience, I bought some pots, paintings today. I must say I'm feeling a bit peaceful. Every time i look at my desk, even on a Monday mornimg after a long weekend.
Morning conversation:
R: dosa vaasam enna koooodpidhu, saapdu saapdu nu
Me: thats okay, read aloud 3 tables once. then we can have breakfast.
R: hmmmmmm, okay.
Takes the multiplication book.
Tells aloud:
"Once upon a time there was a three tables. One day he went to his grandma's. He took her some food in a basket. On the way, he met a woodcutter, 'who are you' he asked-
I'm three tables, he said:
3 ones are three
3 twos are six... "
me: 😆
#whenkidsrollthegamewithcreativity
#homeschoolinglife #Ri_creation #redridinghoodtabletales
Ri: Ma, i slept (acting like shes sleeping)
Me: umm
Ri: **tears welling in her eyes**
Me: why ma?
Ri: nee ada yen pilla thoongidichu nu sollavey illa 😪
Me: (aww my baby pooh bear)
Day 1 of Learning bird calls
Me: what does a crow say?
R: caw caw
Me: what does an owl say?
R: oot oo-oot
Me: what does a parrot say?
R: you say Hello, he says Hello.
Me: 😑
In a quick overflow of words little Ri was describing something intensely but a way too fast for me to catch up with
Me: iru, porumaya, moochi vidama pesadha
quickly she comes beside sniffs out on to my arm and quips - paaru - moochu vittutu thaan iruken.
Needless to say little is thoroughly bugged staying at home. She has plans of going to her grandma's town but gathered from the news that trains were not functional.
Mommy, mommy, will you buy me a pack of Balloons?
Me: but why, dont u have a few?
She: I need more. There are no trains running, so ive decided to blow a lot of balloons and travel by the strings.
Me to my mama: seems shes gonna travel by balloons
Mama: what if I shoot them with arrows when ur flying (like whaaat. Ugh)
She: ill be wearing bouncy shoes. So ill not fall down!
Amma amma.
Me: yes
Amma, if they remove your brain and replace it with a copy of my brain then you'll do whatever tasks I do.
Me:laughs loudly
Now when you laugh, I will laugh too.
******
Um, now that sounds looks like chronic sync
Today we had a humbling experience - I was watching Roots on my mobile, child came asking what's that, and whys. I stopped the video, wondered how to articulate for a bit, then spoke about slavery, apartheid in a way my child would understand, about Harijans, freedom fighters; a conversation that went for 20 minutes. A long conversation for the twiddly inquisitive little mouse.
We also saw "I have a dream" video. She's young to grasp the intensity of that speech or the enormity of wrongs. But she did ask me - why they were treated like that ma. Empathy. That's all we need y'all. Why treat a fellow human in a way that we will look back at cringe at.
Let them know Inclusion, intersection and equality is everything.
I'm sure she will read the Help, the Color purple, Scarlett Letter, Diary of Anne Frank and a zillion other historical wrongs in due time and make her assumptions about how the world was. And what right is.
Wish the field she grows up gets level playing. I'm immensely grateful for the food on our plate, bed to sleep, doors that open, for the help and access during this pandemic. #gratitude #egalitarian #intersectional #learn_raw_History
