Showing posts with label Olden Days. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Olden Days. Show all posts
23.5.14
The Voice of Childhood
With Sage's language, vocabulary and dialogue developing by the day, lately I've been pondering how to best capture these ordinary, everyday 'conversations' and preserve them for reflection in the days and years to come. Whilst she was at her art table just recently, I reverted back to my almost daily practise as an early childhood teacher, and simply wrote as she spoke. I messily scribbled down her words and actions as she chatted freely, and without hesitation, in a way that only an egocentric, expressive two year old can.
Although by her side, I tried to keep my presence as unobtrusive as possible. Without interruption or interference, Sage is more likely to drift away to an inner world of thought, imagination and wonder, yet be comforted in the knowing that I am present. At times, admittedly, this can be difficult. With her endless questions and developing abilities, it is so easy to fall into an information-giving/"I'll show you the 'right' way" mindset. Consciously, I try to hold back from imposing myself and my ideas on her explorations in order for her to increase her understandings and knowledge through self-initiated experimentation.
Although much of Sage's current talk is simply an audible stream of consciousness or a verbal description of what she is doing at any given time, I love that it gives me an otherwise overlooked insight into her mind and how she is processing the world around her. I created the simple template above, later that evening, in order to document the photographs and words from our typical encounter during that day {and will use the same format when recording future moments - hopefully weekly}. However, I am still mulling over how to store these pages in order for them to become a valued component of her childhood story. A photo book perhaps?
I'd love to hear your ideas...
{Side note - Just recently, when visiting my parent's house, Sage found an old cassette entitled 'KIDS' beside their 35 year old stereo system. She, my mum and myself gathered around, watching with wonderment as the tape began to turn and then listened with delight as the voices of a seven year old me and my three year old brother came resounding through the speakers. (Un)melodic renditions of 'twinkle, twinkle' and 'hey diddle diddle' sung to the strums of my father's guitar filled the room, as did mini interviews encapsulating our ages, school life and our (then) current favourites. This voice recording brought with it the deepest sense of nostalgia and has inspired me to also record the voices of our children, so that one day they may sit in our rumpus room and feel the same way I did that very afternoon, listening as innocence filled the air.}
How do you go about documenting your child's story?
Labels:
Capturing life,
Education,
Family,
Olden Days,
Organisation,
Parenting,
Photography,
Sage,
Talking,
Technology,
Work
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7.4.14
The Bath-Time Ritual




















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Although our experiences of motherhood are vastly different today than a time only recently passed, it's comforting to know that the rituals surrounding the nurturing of a newborn ultimately remain the same...

myself {aged three and a half} and my Mum, bathing my brother, Jason - 1988

Big sister Sage is a wonderful little helper, wearing this gorgeous blouse and these comfy pants
23.5.12
Technology
technology - Photo a Day, May |
Here's a photo from the archives -- me completing a 4th year university assignment (probably Simon's!) on my parent's old faithful. I even changed the tones to 'sepia' to increase the olden-day impact!
It's incredible how quickly times change. It only seems like yesterday that I was sitting at this desk in Launceston, striving to get the best marks I possibly could, on very little sleep, with very little money. Actually those last two points are still very relevant in life today! Maybe life doesn't change that much!
I love that so many elements of what was important to me back then are represented in this photo - stubby holders from the Falls Festival that we used to rip the bottom out of and wear as wrist guards, (so you always had one on hand!), photographs of beautiful friends and my spunky boy, an invitation to a social event (probably Donna's awesome 80's aerobics party!), the smile on my face - young, fresh and carefree, curly hair (GHD's were unheard of and uncalled for!) and even that ugly exposed brick wall, my first taste of independent living- away from my family, and having the time of my life!
And spending WAY too much time at this place...
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