My son Leo turned four last week and as I was going back through my photos, soaking in the chubby legs, tiny fingers, and snuggles, I was filled with gratitude
I distinctly remember the first times I dropped off my children at child care at the end of my maternity leave. The memory of my son Leo’s first day is
Last spring, I sat with a group of volunteers in a classroom at Hendersonville High School getting ready to judge senior project presentations. A young woman walked in and I mistook her for a teacher. My interest was piqued when I realized she was one of the students I’d be judging because her poise and demeanor suggested a more mature person. When all the students had gathered, we went around the room introducing ourselves, trying to create a friendly environment and encouraging them to relax so they could do their best.
The Creativity Crisis: What we can do as parents to help our child be successful through play and the arts
Before I was a parent, I considered myself to be not as creative as many other friends and family. I struggled with crafts and felt frustrated with the outcome of my artistic projects. I worried that I would pass along this clumsy-with-art-trait to my son, but also felt like well, being artistic and creative isn’t that important is it? Can’t I rely on teachers to help me teach these things? And isn’t my toddler just a little young to really get it?
Do you remember being in Kindergarten? I do. I entered Kindergarten in the fall of 1974 and I can remember exactly what my teacher looked like. She had perfect 1970’s hair, super long, shiny, dark hair, parted down the middle. I adored her. My one memory of an actual day in her class was the day I made her cry. I really wanted to go outside and play with my best friend instead of being in class and I proclaimed out loud, “I hate Kindergarten” and, to my dismay, she burst into tears.