Such simple things, a visit with old friends, warm and loving, old fashioned concern and manners breaching our three generations.
I get to eat delicious home made Indian food along with a lesson in how to make it. Children eager to show their newly learnt dancing skills enlist my help as the audience. I’m taken to see a splendid tent made of sheets and quilts strung precariously from bunk bed to wardrobe. A modeled clay train (with a failed request to put a real fire inside) and paper and felt craft projects delight my senses. Small hands dutifully take water to the pet rabbits and hamsters. The table is set, the dishes washed, by young fingers while mum sits down to talk.
Not an Ipad, phone or TV show disrupts them from their happy creativity. No boredom here, no winge or murmur, just projects and fun, piano and guitar playing, circus acrobatics, badminton in the garden and table tennis on the dining room table and all around smiles. Can they be this good all the time I wonder? I’ve never once seen them naughty, but their parents assure me they have their moments. What then is this wonder of creative harmony? Ah yes, of course – they are home schooled.
I’ve been busy nursing my grandson through a severe case of halftermitus barely able to reach my keyboard due to incessant echos of “I’m bored”, hungry, tired etc.
It’s amazing how the absence of school in the diet can change a normally eager to play/watch a movie/game on Ipod young boy into a lethargic, grumpy old man! In spite of daily “shaking vigorously” in fresh air, field trips, extra movie buying/renting, old fashioned board games (strangely a more popular venue) and art and lego projects the days just seem too long and sooner or later the “b” word reappears.
I even tried banning its use for a while explaining, “its really a state of mind rather than an actual lack and indulging in its frequent use tends to enlarge the problem”. It didn’t work, being from then on referred to “the world you said not to use”. This is the first year this has happened. could it be the early onset of the dreaded “teen years”? heaven forbid he’s only nine!
I sigh and remember my own kids who seldom seemed to use the “B” word in spite of being home schooled till mid teens, but that was another age and situation when kids tended to have 101 projects going on and, being a big family, someone always had ideas to pursue. Now there’s an unrealistic childhood expectation (gleaned from TV and computer games) of constant entertainment that’s tough to meet.