Saturday, 25 April 2015
Wednesday, 22 April 2015
Saturday, 18 April 2015
This might be an idea for those of you whose children will soon go to school or kindergarten or an other place that you know that is good. Mathilda's school is such a place but still as she went there after two weeks she didn't want to any more. She was in a creche before and more or less knew the rules. She also was looking forward to going to school, but... We came to a conclusion that there was too much new - new teacher, new friends, new building, new routine. It was hard to talk to her because she wasn't talking much about her days there. She still isn't. Some kids are like this and to a question "how was school?", they will always answer "OK" and never reveal anything else. You have to ask them about details e.g. what made you laugh at school today? (more questions you can find here) In fourth week I came up with an idea to ask Mathilda about one good thing that happened at school that day. In the beginning she didn't want to answer those either, but after she saw that I was also saying what good happened to me at work and Hugo talked about the creche, she started to melt. The first good thing she mentioned was that her teacher was going down the slide with the kids. She found that funny and unusual. Next morning to cheer her up before school I said: maybe your teacher will play with you at the playground today again. She smiled and went to school looking forward to something nice to happen. There are good days and bad days but this helped us. Sometimes when I forgot to ask her, she was saying herself: mum, you didn't ask me about the one good thing today.
Tuesday, 14 April 2015
The day our crayons quit was a gloomy day. They quit and left, just like that. Until now they have lived in the boxes in the drawer. Was it uncomfortable? Dark? Were they cramped? They couldn't complain about boredom. Mathilda used them a lot. In other words, she was barely putting them away? Maybe they were overtired? Or didn't like the mess? After they left peculiar silence came upon the house. For a while it became very colourful in the street, but the crowd quickly disappeared around the corner.
- What will happen now? - asked Mathilda.
"Nothing. There will be no mess in the drawer, the folders won't be bursting full of pictures, there will be no dilemmas - will I leave this one, will I throw it away while she's asleep, there will be no quirky designs on the walls, nobody will slip on a lost crayon, we won't have to pick them up, put into the box, look for them - where is the red one that looks like an orange one but is shiny? There will be no more tricky questions such as - do you like the picture? Do you know what it is?" mum thought for a while.