I’ve been a black person for a long time. Thirty six years to be precise. And when you have been a certain way for so long, you get so used to who you are that often you forget the very qualities that make up who you are as a person. Personally, the fact that I am black is quite boring. I have so many more interesting things about me; I speak two and a half languages (the half is really a third but half sounds better), I dance really well, I sing really badly (we’re not all Beyonces, unfortunately). I’m a great cook. I can still do the splits. I can scuba dive. I’m a doting mother, an amazing wife (ha ha!), a really good netballer and not a bad knitter. Continue reading
The other day I was reading an interesting post on one of my blog friend’s blog site. She was expressing some concerns about what her pre-school son should know by the time he starts school. I ‘liked’ the post, as it gave me much to think about for when my own little man is that age, but I did not comment because I have no experience or knowledge of the subject.
Coincidentally, a few days later a friend of mine posted this amazing extract on her Facebook page from an uncredited source, and it could not be more apt, more fitting or more true. I wish I’d written it myself.
After a quick Google search, I found out that the source is actually a WordPress blogger – how wonderful! WordPress has the best bloggers! So here you go, dive in, lap it up and go back for seconds too.
It’s back to school time and children all over are starting preschool. Many parents are frantically searching the internet to find out if their little ones are “on track” and know everything they should.
I wrote this article about what a four-year-old should know many years ago but it continues to be the most popular page on the Magical Childhood site. I don’t think a week has passed in the past eight or so years when I have not received a letter from a parent, grandparent or teacher about it. Parents and principals especially have said they wish more parents realized these things.
So in honor of the new school year, I’m posting it here…
What should a 4 year old know?
I was on a parenting bulletin board recently and read a post by a mother who was worried that her 4 1/2 year old did not know enough…
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I realise there is nothing unique, original or majorly interesting about our set up. Our trio of colours. Our family of shades. Had we started our family in London, we would have been as normal as the next family. But we are raising our family in Spain, in the south to be precise, where families of different colours are rare, maybe even a little curious and definitely exotic. Continue reading
Although my mum left the teeny weeny beautiful Caribbean island of St Vincent when she was just the tender age of eleven, this did not stop her from bringing the island’s entire folklore knowledge with her, not to mention the countless old wives’ tales, proverbs and adages for every imaginable situation possible. Coupled with all the British contributions too, I’m not sure how I came out of my childhood not being fearful of everything in the world. Continue reading
Since becoming a parent ten months ago, I have been thrown head first into the troubling world of neurosis. Parenthood is immensely joyous, I do not need to spell that out, because those feelings are abundant, obvious and welcomed. The neurosis however, is unwitting, annoying and intrusive. It is a powerful enemy that has the potential to turn the most rational person (me) into a confused, panicked mess (the other me). Continue reading