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2 simple things you need to do with your 5 year old ASAP

(1) Play for them Sergei Prokofiev’s ‘Peter and the Wolf’.  Children love stories, they love music and they love animals and  sometime during the twenty-eight minutes this piece consumes, a magical thing happens.  The clarinet no longer represents the cat but becomes the cat, the oboe is the duck and those glaring, sinister French Horns are as terrifying as meeting up with a real wolf.

Of the senses, hearing is the least reliant on how you are  physically situated**.  If you lift your hand from the table, you don’t feel it anymore.   If you turn your head away from the television you are no longer seeing it and if there is nothing in your mouth, that is exactly what you taste. Enjoying this event however demands nothing but your attention.  Your ears you can’t turn off.

Limited only by the need for a free half  hour, Sarah and I often find ourselves staring deep into eachother’s eyes as the suspense builds.  She clings to me with her arms when the wolf is about to snap and we march triumphantly around the room at the end as Peter proudly presents his accomplishment.  As enriching as other events can be, you just don’t have this same freedom when you’re reading a book or playing a board game.

My infinite gratitude goes to Mr. Prokofiev for affording me this pleasure.  Were the themes not so brilliantly constructed, they would not suffice in capturing a five year old’s attention and I would not know the added delight of catching my daughter humming them to herself while it is not even playing.  The experience ranks among  the deepest connections I could ever hope to have with my child which is why I write of it; in hopes that it happens again somewhere.

**The sense of smell of course has rather broad physical boundaries, however, I would argue that its affect dissipates much more rapidly than that of hearing.

(2) Watch with them BBC’s Planet Earth documentary.  It is one of the most visually stunning programs I have ever seen and the content will both captivate your child’s attention and give you loads to discuss with them as well.  I let Sarah watch it tonight  and had her explain to me what the narrator was saying while I made chicken soup.  I was amazed at how many details she was picking up on.  “Whoaaahhh” she said at one point, “that bug is 20 centimeters long” which is hilarious to me because she has almost no concept of units…making it a perfect opportunity to stop chopping and show her something that is approximately twenty centimeters long.

The segment about caves came on and they showed how stalagmites and stalagtites are formed from limestone.  Then they showed a cave that had become submerged sometime after these alien like features had formed and Sarah said with excitement, “Dad, look at this world.”  Fireworks went off in my head and I turned around to look at an underwater landscape as foreign to me as it was to her.  “But Sarah,”  I said, “This is our world.”  Neither of us could really wrap our heads around this fact and again we found ourselves, happily, on the very same level.

We spend a lot of time as parents, teaching our kids that this is this and that is that and, inadvertently, I think we convey the assumption that we ‘know’ more than them.  At the tender age of 4, Sarah once asked me “Why are there so many rules and why are they always made by the grown-ups?”.  This well posed question stopped me in my tracks and I thought about it…for days and days and days.

As a student of Physics, I have developed a deep appreciation for all the minds that have brought us into the current era.  Einstein however, above all other scientists I know of, harnesses the most childlike wonder about the universe and contains it with a most mature humility.  Our children have very little context in which to judge the things they experience and in this respect, are afforded a relatively limitless potential to understand them, hence we refer to them as sponges.

I truly enjoy embracing these realizations and relish the opportunity to tell my daughter that ‘I don’t know’.  I love for her to see that the grown-ups wonder too and to be by her side as we ‘find out’ together.  As enriching a parent as I consider myself though, it is a fruitless endeavor unless you have a good catalyst to draw upon.  On Earth Day (April 22nd), Disney is releasing its ‘Earth’ movie which features much of the photage from the BBC program.  I can’t wait to take my child though I confess, I’ll probably go alone if I have to.

I am not a very good writer and so I often fail to capture the point.  I love my daughter and to share in her spark.  I love kids in general and to see their spark ignite.   The days go by and their clothes stop fitting and, as the parents of teenagers tell me, the next day they are driving.  While I am still in its presence however,  I can’t help but celebrate childhood and some of those events which illuminate its nature.

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Why Mind our Manners?

Apart from the joy in just witnessing my daughters growth from a 19 inch rather helpless infant to the 42 inch bright, beautiful and fully conversant five year old she is today, one of the great rewards of fatherhood for me has arisen from the constant need to revisit and call into question those principles which were ingrained in my own mind during those same formative years.  Recently, my daughter has been asking “Daddy, why are there so many rules and why are they always made by the grown-ups?”.  “Actually” I said, “There is only one rule: stay safe and healthy.  All the other rules are just to help you with this one and that is my job; to keep you safe and healthy.”  Once in awhile I am brilliant and I was pretty satisfied with this answer.  Still, I am constantly questioning the rules I make and the practices I try to encourage and It supports a lot of real thinking to explain why I think my daughter should do this or that at any given moment.  Much thanks to Popeye for setting such a fun example about why iron intake is so important, but for the rest of the billion why’s, it takes some reflection on things we, as parents, have merely assumed for a long long time.  Why do I have to clean my room?  Why can’t I finish my homework after I play?  And Why must I mind my manners.

To be honest, my daughters manners have been impeccable as of late, so pristine in fact that I’ve had to wonder why we regard them so important a tool as to spend all this time cultivating them.  My answer?  Manners are an advertisement.  Advertise-verb: to describe or draw attention to.  Manners describe and draw attention to the benefit one gets from knowing us in any capacity.  If you are applying for a job these days, you know a well crafted cover letter can be far more important than the contents of your resume.  You want the salutation, body, and signature of this letter to reflect not only your capabilities but your esteem for the company and the position you are applying for as well.  The details of your qualifications are to be found in your resume.  The province of respect however, it is the sole duty of the cover letter to address.

This is the purpose of our manners then.  To premise our actions with the promise of respect.  Let our consequent behavior define our integrity but let our manners at least start us out on the right foot and get us ‘in the door’.  It has been said that ‘ it doesn’t matter what people think of you’ but this statement is quite in need of modification.  Better to say I think, that it only matters what certain people think of you.  We are a collaborative society, humanity, and it is always to our benefit to cultivate the interest of those who promise to further our goals.  Manners then, are also the quintessential social networking resource that help us both identify  and make ourselves known to those we should associate with.

I consider myself a musician, a trumpet player, before anything else and I have absorbed several mantras from my teachers.  ‘Practice makes permanent’ I will cite for the purpose of this article ignoring others like K.I.S.S. (Keep it simple stupid) that are not so relevant.   It is to our benefit to be courteous on line at the grocery store, for example, if for no other reason than that it keeps us in shape to exhibit good manners when it matters most.  As a side note, you never know when it matters most and are continually making a first impression.  The guy on line behind you could be your future employer or the person who introduces you to your spouse.  Practice your manners every chance you get.  It is the only way to make them permanent fixtures.  I have cracked enough high notes to know this is true.

Give credit where credit is due.  It’s only polite.  Recently, a waitress (in her 40’s I presume) observed me pushing in my chair after dining at her table.  “Your mother raised you right.” she said.  Some weeks later, after I held a door open for an older woman she said “Thank you very much.”.  “Don’t thank me” I said overcome again by brilliance.  “Thank my mother.”  It made my day, the opportunity to say such a thing, as I like to think it made that woman’s day to hear it.  Nothing ventured nothing gained.

And so my dear daughter, I tell you this.  First of all, never start a sentence much less a paragraph with ‘and’ like I just did.  And always mind your manners.  Are they the key to success?  No, those would be oxygen, water and food in that order.  Somewhere along the line however, we find ourselves at liberty to act as we choose.  Say please and thank you every chance you get.  Say may I instead of can I; it will distinguish you.  At the very least, with minimal effort you’ll have offended no one.  At best, you’ll enjoy a more fullfilling life by noticing and being noticed by those that practice the simple discipline of manners.  Now will you please clean your room.  I am afraid that you will trip on one of your toys and hit your head on the bookcase.

Children’s Artwork Gallery

February 2009 As the father of a five year old and a general appreciator of art, I have come to adore the images our children offer us.  Just give them a paintbrush, a crayon, anything that will leave a mark and they know just what to do.  Forget to supply them with paper and they will choose their own medium; walls, floors, furniture…

Now that I have this space available, I thought I’d try and host a site where parents could send their children’s work to be displayed with that of their contemporaries.  I have started a gallery of my own with just a few of myFebruary 2009 daughter’s recent creations.  I am hoping that word will spread and we can begin to amass a more substantial collection.

If you or anyone you know would like to participate, you can contact me via email  at swensena@gmail.com or else by leaving a comment on this post.

In searching around, I have not found anything quite like I am envisioning.  There are many children’s art galleries displaying the work of gifted young artists.  I find though that they are geared towards older children with the talent and motor skills to represent things in a realistic way.  What I intend to embrace

The Artist

The Artist

here though is the fact that our children are drawn to make art as soon as they can grasp a crayon.  Before they can even speak, and perhaps because of this, they exhibit a joy in leaving behind a lasting impression.

This project is purely for fun, it is inspired by the potential to collect scribbles and doodles, paint spills and masterpieces  from around the world in one place and for one purpose.  Because we love our kids and everything they do.

So send me a photo of a play-dough sculpture or of what your son drew on his little sister’s face.  Scan your child’s drawings like I do or else take a picture and email it.   My own gallery is rather primitive at present but I will be glad to solicit my friend, the brilliant web designer, to build us a website should this project gain sufficient interest.

Thanks for visiting,

Andrew