Childhood has changed a lot since I was little. I am not going to tell you I walked three miles barefoot to school in snow. But safe to say the call-waiting invention of my youth has been totally surpassed.
On my day trip to the beach one child is watching a movie on his his iPod touch and the other is on my iPhone playing the brain pop app.
Remember the license plate game?
I am going to interrupt them and see if they want to spend the last forty minutes passing time old school.
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Monday, July 4, 2011
Kitchen talk and the color of skin
My youngest finished Kindergarten the other day.
We were in the kitchen unpacking his backpack when he told me he wished he had brown skin.
Why is that?
"Because everyone in my class has brown skin and I look different."
He and his brother attend a predominately Hispanic school.
My son looked down at the floor as if he were about to cry.
I knelt down to him and said the world is full of lots of people - some have dark skin and some have light skin.
Everyone is different. Everyone is beautiful.
You have beautiful blonde hair and peaches and cream skin, I told him while pulling him close.
You are perfect the way you are.
Satisfied, he wriggled out of my arms and ran to another room to play.
I wondered if our conversation meant the world was finally changing.
We were in the kitchen unpacking his backpack when he told me he wished he had brown skin.
Why is that?
"Because everyone in my class has brown skin and I look different."
He and his brother attend a predominately Hispanic school.
My son looked down at the floor as if he were about to cry.
I knelt down to him and said the world is full of lots of people - some have dark skin and some have light skin.
Everyone is different. Everyone is beautiful.
You have beautiful blonde hair and peaches and cream skin, I told him while pulling him close.
You are perfect the way you are.
Satisfied, he wriggled out of my arms and ran to another room to play.
I wondered if our conversation meant the world was finally changing.
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Letters from holiday road ...#1
I am at a Walmart north of Cleveland. My husband is at the wheel and the two boys are in the back seat.
It's a long way from Massachusetts. (572 miles of farmland and a scant view of Lake Erie) But we are on a mission to visit Caitlin in St. Louis - my cousin but not unlike a daughter or a kid sister and more accurately a sister to the boys.
We have stopped five times to pee. And yet, it's not without advantages. The New York thruway has free wifi. That means I could load up on new apps to keep the little hombres occupado.
Courtesy of Twitter and the NYT, I learned about super awesome interactive e-books for kids on the iPad. Madden football 2011 is also a huge hit. And Pandora...who knew that little satellite gem was going to save my sanity. Turns out they have Michael Jackson's "thriller." Tis a big request on the 6 y/o circuit.
So anyway, we are halfway there. Oh! Almost forgot. Dylan managed to lose his shoes in the backseat.
We found them in the nick of time to go pee.
It's a long way from Massachusetts. (572 miles of farmland and a scant view of Lake Erie) But we are on a mission to visit Caitlin in St. Louis - my cousin but not unlike a daughter or a kid sister and more accurately a sister to the boys.
We have stopped five times to pee. And yet, it's not without advantages. The New York thruway has free wifi. That means I could load up on new apps to keep the little hombres occupado.
Courtesy of Twitter and the NYT, I learned about super awesome interactive e-books for kids on the iPad. Madden football 2011 is also a huge hit. And Pandora...who knew that little satellite gem was going to save my sanity. Turns out they have Michael Jackson's "thriller." Tis a big request on the 6 y/o circuit.
So anyway, we are halfway there. Oh! Almost forgot. Dylan managed to lose his shoes in the backseat.
We found them in the nick of time to go pee.
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