Yesterday my neighbor's tree was brighter than the sky.
Sometimes my kids are brighter than I am. The older they get, and the older I get, the more often they outshine me in many ways. I do not mind one bit.
![]() | When people change directions concerning their children's lives and learning, sometimes they ask what they should do and how they should do it. A better question to ask is "Why?" |
"Self regulate" means to make a rule and then follow it yourself. They're not self regulating. They're making choices. It's different. It's better!My friend Bela sent me the following story, which has a good description of mindful living:
One zen student said, "My teacher is the best. He can go days without eating."
The second said, "My teacher has so much self control, he can go days without sleep."
The third said, "My teacher is so wise that he eats when he's hungry and sleeps when he's tired."


It's not easy to tell the profound from the trivial as it's happening. Sometimes the profound slips into the "not so important" category when I'm not looking. Occasionally I remember one thing or another that seemed just a little goof at the time, but ultimately, somehow, changed my life. "We all are preparing for our unseen futures." |
photo by Holly Dodd |
My kids think math is a tool and a toy and a game. Why would they want to be saved from it?

The photo is of especially beautiful Marathi writing, outside a shrine.


Sometimes it's hard to know whether to look at the flower or at the leaves or at what might be in the darkness behind, or up at the sky, or to turn around and ignore the flower completely. There might be a bird in a nearby tree, or an interesting sound coming from a window. 


This is picture of the sun shining on the Rio Grande. My daughter Holly took it and uploaded it to my collection of images for this blog. Blue bird, blue bird, in and out my window,I liked the idea of windows that birds could fly in and out of, and I've seen many of those lately.
Blue bird, blue bird, in and out my window,
Blue bird, blue bird, in and out my window,
Oh Johnny I'm tired.

One of the many stories at "True Tales of Kids Turning Down Sweets":
You can find wonder and learning in little details you might not have seen if someone else didn't say "Look..."


Instead of requiring that my kids had to hold my hand in a parking lot, I would park near a cart and put some kids in right away, or tell them to hold on to the cart (a.k.a. "help me push", so a kid can be between me and the cart). And they didn't have to hold a hand. There weren't enough hands. I'd say "Hold on to something," and it might be my jacket, or the strap of the sling, or the backpack, or something.
Whenever possible, let children wear something they could sleep in. Or let them sleep in something that wasn't really for sleeping. Put sleep above tradition or appearances. The purpose of sleep doesn't require special equipment or costumes. 
Focus, Hobbies, Obsessions (SandraDodd.com/focus)
photo by Holly
I think forbidding toy guns is another instance of superstitious magic practiced unwittingly by parents.