As the mother of a 35 year old daughter, I am proud to admit that I devoted my attentions to the first eighteen years of her life. I did not go out to work, but gave time when she was at school, to charity volunteering. We had none of the modern gadgets that are considered compulsory in the world of today, yet she was helped to progress at every level. If research was needed for a project, we took her to the library. We fed her books, as did her teachers, she loved school and made plenty of friends. When my husband died following a six year illness, I went back to work, but often felt resentment from working mothers. Being a parent is a privilege, and we need to remember that time given to children is like paying forward to the future.
Where did that come from? It was a comment I made on an interesting blog post this morning. Well worth a read, I think:
A pop star in the making, 11-year-old Fynnjan Leach-Verhoeven who suffers from Asperger syndrome has recorded a charity single in a bid to become Christmas number one.
Fynnjan wrote ‘The Spirit of Christmas’ in his head when he was bored, despite not being able to play any instruments or ever having shown any particular interest in music.
The song came to light last December in Beaconsfield, England, when Fynnjan performed the song publicly for the first time at Seer Green CE primary school’s annual Christmas concert.
It was the first time his family had heard him sing.
Now the world can enjoy listening to Fynnjan and his thirty class mates, help in his effort to become The Christmas No. 1, while helping to raise awareness and money for people with Asperger syndrome, like him.
‘The Spirit of Christmas’ will be available as a single or as an iTunes download and the Proceeds will be donated to the National Autistic Society, as well as his school’s special needs department.
Like a child I have not forgotten a promise. This is still October and I did say I would try to colour spot some photos as part of p4oi. Today I have one for you. I have posted fewer of these ‘spot colour’ attemps because they are more difficult than I first realised and take quite some time and very steady mouse control. I actually think that apart from my very first attempt that they look like I had the crayons out. I have followed the same instructions each time as far as I can. None of the layout diagrams seem to match the version of photoshop in my computer. It is enough to make anyone give up, but I have no intention in doing so!
I will learn.
This little lady I met with her grandmother as I went in search of men in skirts! A very lucky young lady indeed. This photo was taken the second time I met her that day. Earlier she was in t-shirt and shorts. Here she was sporting a new dress that granny had bought. I wish I had a kind granny to take me shopping for nice new clothes.
As I went on my way I thought of childhood, adults chatter and of promises. Sadly we remember the unfulfilled promises of childhood. Simple things that adults dismiss and say ‘Yes’ or ‘Of course darling!’ and continue with whatever they are doing and never give it another thought.
We adults often carry on a conversation ignoring a child within earshot or in the room. We think they are paying no attention to what we are saying as they play about with their toys or watch TV. They sometimes pick up half a sentence or their own interpretation of what was said and not the real message behind whatever was talked about. We can unwittingly feed them with fear, teach them language that we might not like them to use, or indeed situations way beyond their understanding.
Children Will Listen from Into the Woods by Stephen Sondheim performed by Barbra Streisand puts it into words far better than I can