I believe the children are our are future
Teach them well and let them lead the way
Show them all the beauty they possess inside
Give them a sense of pride to make it easier...
My wife and I have lived in with our daughter and son-in-law for over a decade, and we’d often take our granddaughter out with us in the car; anytime we did so, I’d always sit in the back with the granddaughter, to keep her occupied, while my wife drove. We always have a road atlas (usually up-to-date) sitting in the pocket at the back of the driver’s seat. Our granddaughter, then aged 3, while sitting in her baby seat, pointed at the road atlas and asked, ‘What’s that?’ So, during the journey, I showed her, and explained what the different lines and colours meant; she was hooked, so this happened nearly every journey, and she became very good at answering my questions: ‘What does the blue line signify?’, etc.
Well, one day, my daughter and son-in-law went out in their car, up the Motorway, with their daughter (my granddaughter), safely in the baby seat, in the back, when she said to them, ‘This is the Motorway, because that sign is blue.’ Then, the bairn started telling them the colours of the roads (that she remembered from the road map book), and what they meant… again, they were shocked, and asked their daughter how she knew about the roads, and she said, ‘Papa told me’ [I’m ‘Papa’, as both my granddaughters have ‘granddads’].
When they arrived back, hours later, they came straight to me, holding my granddaughter in their arms, and said in surprise, ‘Have you been teaching the bairn about the roads?’ I explained that I had, and they couldn’t believe that a 3-year old could pick up information so easily.
My son-in-law told me that he nearly slammed the brakes on in shock!
Apparently, up to about the age of about 7, children can easily learn any language, though they lose that ability the older they become, which is, I suppose, why they can pick up information like the road map, easily, if they have an interest while young.
Even babies are aware, and looking out for mental stimulus; stick your tongue out to a baby and it will very likely stick its tongue out to you – try it.
There is a difference between having common sense and being educated. We’ve all come across educated fools, and we’ve all come across uneducated folk with a great amount of common sense and intellect. Sometime, though very rarely, an educated intellect comes along and stands way out from the crowd… I really admire these people, because they believe in truth and have heaps of common sense.
Anyone that reads and memorises all the IQ test books floating around and regurgitates them parrot-fashion, can look clever, but that’s not wisdom – besides, many folk have Siri on their iPhones that can do that and more, much quicker and better. Personally, I admire folk that can solve problems without first having read the answers.
Teaching children facts isn’t enough, as it doesn’t make them wise.
All children should be taught how to debate, reason and think properly… and most of all, have loads of fun while they’re doing it.
To broaden their minds and imaginations, children should play board games like Chess and Mastermind (not the TV programme), and they should own a microscope – when kids first view water and other amazing things through a microscope, the awakening is like a mini miracle, as their minds are profoundly expanded with possibilities. Now and then, with adult supervision, they should be allowed to take the likes of an old mechanical clock to bits (one without glass), just to see how it works… inquisitive minds love this as it instils confidence and awareness.
I love seeing my granddaughters’ minds expanding… when they reached certain ages through the years, I’d often test them. When they were both 3, I put my hand out towards them, so it was clearly visible, then say, ‘Oh, when I was little, my fingers fell off.’ They’d say, ‘Oh, Papa, that’s sad, are you okay?’ Seeing that they didn’t get the fact that my fingers were obviously still there, I’d wiggle them and say, ‘Oh, I’m okay, my fingers didn’t fall off, there they are, look.’
They were obviously too young then to understand that I was testing them, ‘pulling’ their legs, but there’s no chance that they’d fall for that old chestnut now!
Now that they’re 8 and 9, I test them with more complicated mind games.
Recently, I told my granddaughters that a man was lying in bed, dreaming that he was on his house roof, fixing his tiles… then, he slipped and fell off the roof and was falling towards the ground… he was so shocked that he died in his sleep.
My granddaughters both said, ‘Ugh! Why did you tell us that, Papa?’
I told them that what I had just said was not true, and asked if they could work out why.
They went through a list of possibilities… all wrong.
I repeated the story a few more times, in hope that they would ‘get it’.
At last, my youngest granddaughter said, with a confident smile that showed that she thought that she had reasoned out the answer, ‘He was asleep!’
I said, ‘yes, that’s correct, but what does it mean?’… she didn’t know as she had obviously guessed… they couldn’t work out that if the man died in his sleep, that I couldn’t know that he was on the roof, because he couldn’t have told me… maybe I’ll ask them again next year.
Also, I think children should be allowed to be themselves and think for themselves, instead of being forced to become exact images of their parents… imagine if Picasso’s parents said, ‘Right! That’s it! We’re taking your brushes off you… this artwork is weird! From now on, you’re studying law!’
Five years ago, my oldest granddaughter came up to me at the computer desk, placed her plastic beaker full of water on the desk and started talking to me… the next moment, the water accidentally spilled all over the computer keyboard… the poor bairn was shocked. I calmly patted her hand and said, ‘Never mind, it’s just an accident’, then calmly switched off the computer and turned the keyboard over to dry it out… years later (a few weeks ago), when the family dog chewed the grandbairn’s precious, old toy to bits, she said to the dog, while patting it ‘Never mind, it’s just an accident’ – what a precious lesson well learned.
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