Showing posts with label grandbabies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label grandbabies. Show all posts
There is a large element of the natural parent in all of us. Some, as we grow into societies wants and demands on us, tend to stifle down our instincts- our gut feelings. My belief is to rear your child as you see fit for what works with you and them. Each child is an individual. a person born of you, but not a part of you. So we have to teach them to that basis.
Teach them the rules to live in society, but don't smother the natural urge to test the bounds and experience what makes them happy and fulfilled.
Pinoch has grown into one of those fellows I love to watch and listen to one minute, while wanting to confine him to the netherlands in the next.
I love this thought he believes for himself.
“…I might be two things.” He thought a little longer and said, “I might be a lot of things.”
Yes, I am a grandmother. Lovely to my Jett Parker Ellington and mommy to his mom.
I'm so excited about the things she is doing with him, with his education. With the expansion of his HUGE four
year old brain and his humongous personality.
I believe in hands on and free learning. The natural way of gaining and retaining information.
I also believe in applauding people I see doing good jobs. Not saying this fellow is an angel-no, he's a total real boy with busted knees and lips. Has been from day one, which is why I call him Pinoch. No strings hold him back.
But his mom is doing an outstanding job when it comes to letting him be the person he is meant to be. His joy and thirst in learning is phenomenal.
She is more of a natural parent than I am/was. Into canning, making soaps, and medications. Gardening, wanting chickens and owning a small plot of "I can do what I want," land.
She's homeschooling him as I did with her and her sisters. She has a lovely post on his blog at Happy Adventures of Preschool Boy
"J likes science, caterpillars and butterflies, horses, fast cars,
rhyming games, silly bits of poetry and though he says he doesn’t like
insects, he’s always looking for them. He has a funny talent for bird
calling, an eye for the tiny details, and an enthusiasm and a laugh
that’s contagious.
We’re making up this schooling thing as we go along but I can guarantee you that it will includes all the things little things he
loves and more. There are days where we lay on the floor and write our
letters, or where we take some time to learn on the computer but more
often than not, we like to be hands-on and right in the middle of what
we’re learning.
I’m hoping that a freedom to learn and indulge and in his interests
in his early years will lead to a deep confidence and personal freedom
as he grows. I’m also hoping that he and I will have several fun
adventures along the way." ~ G.Wade -Adventures of Preschool Boy
via- GWade
They also share so much more on their Tumblr and Facebook page.Articles, experiments, etc.
Enjoy this lesson on how to make Salt Dough from their YOUTUBE page.
That Lovey Feeling. My Grandbaby Can Do No Wrong #parenting #homeschooling
Ey Wade +
grandbabies +
grandmothers +
homeschooling +
motherhood +
the natural parent
There is a large element of the natural parent in all of us. Some, as we grow into societies wants and demands on us, tend to stifle down our instincts- our gut feelings. My belief is to rear your child as you see fit for what works with you and them. Each child is an individual. a person born of you, but not a part of you. So we have to teach them to that basis.
Teach them the rules to live in society, but don't smother the natural urge to test the bounds and experience what makes them happy and fulfilled.
Pinoch has grown into one of those fellows I love to watch and listen to one minute, while wanting to confine him to the netherlands in the next.I love this thought he believes for himself.
“…I might be two things.” He thought a little longer and said, “I might be a lot of things.”
Yes, I am a grandmother. Lovely to my Jett Parker Ellington and mommy to his mom.
I'm so excited about the things she is doing with him, with his education. With the expansion of his HUGE four
year old brain and his humongous personality.I believe in hands on and free learning. The natural way of gaining and retaining information.
I also believe in applauding people I see doing good jobs. Not saying this fellow is an angel-no, he's a total real boy with busted knees and lips. Has been from day one, which is why I call him Pinoch. No strings hold him back.
But his mom is doing an outstanding job when it comes to letting him be the person he is meant to be. His joy and thirst in learning is phenomenal.
She is more of a natural parent than I am/was. Into canning, making soaps, and medications. Gardening, wanting chickens and owning a small plot of "I can do what I want," land.
She's homeschooling him as I did with her and her sisters. She has a lovely post on his blog at Happy Adventures of Preschool Boy
"J likes science, caterpillars and butterflies, horses, fast cars,
rhyming games, silly bits of poetry and though he says he doesn’t like
insects, he’s always looking for them. He has a funny talent for bird
calling, an eye for the tiny details, and an enthusiasm and a laugh
that’s contagious.
We’re making up this schooling thing as we go along but I can guarantee you that it will includes all the things little things he
loves and more. There are days where we lay on the floor and write our
letters, or where we take some time to learn on the computer but more
often than not, we like to be hands-on and right in the middle of what
we’re learning.
I’m hoping that a freedom to learn and indulge and in his interests
in his early years will lead to a deep confidence and personal freedom
as he grows. I’m also hoping that he and I will have several fun
adventures along the way." ~ G.Wade -Adventures of Preschool Boy
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| via- GWade |
They also share so much more on their Tumblr and Facebook page.Articles, experiments, etc.
Enjoy this lesson on how to make Salt Dough from their YOUTUBE page.
Three years ago, when I realized I was going to be a grandmother, I began to wonder what the child would call me. I couldn't be 'granny' because that was reserved for my mom. My sister's grandchildren called her 'Grandmother'. Grandma was out, mine was the kerchiefed one from hell and mawmaw was too old fashioned.
It took me weeks to come up with a name I could love, stand to hear, and be the epitome of who I really am. I decide I wanted to be called, 'Lovey'.
So, after this fellow was born, I would hug him, kiss himm and sing in his ear. "Lovey, Lovey, Lovey loves you", trying to instill the word and the affection, right? Ha!!
This guy decided I looked best being called 'pawpaw'. In May of this year he woke and decided he would call me that for now on. Boy, was I irritated. We did everything to get him to stop, but he insisted. We all knew he knew the difference because he could point me out when asked 'where is, Lovey?' He, at two years old, even said "Lovey's name, pawpaw", but I hated it.
For six weeks, that is who I was and then the other day, I became Lovey. Beautiful, sweet and a delight to my ears.
The Names Kids Call You #TheNaturalParent #thingslegendsaremadeof #parenting
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family +
grandbabies +
grandmothers +
names +
parenting
This guy decided I looked best being called 'pawpaw'. In May of this year he woke and decided he would call me that for now on. Boy, was I irritated. We did everything to get him to stop, but he insisted. We all knew he knew the difference because he could point me out when asked 'where is, Lovey?' He, at two years old, even said "Lovey's name, pawpaw", but I hated it.
For six weeks, that is who I was and then the other day, I became Lovey. Beautiful, sweet and a delight to my ears.
Four months ago I became an official grandmother, well "Lovey" to Jett Parker Ellington Wade. Not being called grandma has nothing to do with vanity, but I only remember my grandma when hear the title. My mom is 'Granny' and my sister's grandchildren call her 'grandmother'. I want to be that little fellow's lovey. The one he runs to when his mother is just not being tied around his finger.
Isn't it hilarious how our roles in life shift and change under our feet and we never really realize we are moving and reforming? It took a bit of time to inhale the fact I wasn't my mom's little girl anymore and was responsible for the lives of other humans.I only just accepted the fact I am no longer the mommy, but the mother. I'll be 53 in a couple of months and I just can't phantom that. I used to think that number meant you were old. I wonder if my mom felt that way. It's not the case of being an empty nester (kinda dumb term because the nest is never really empty. Fragments remain, ties are still there and the children always return, yeah).
One thing about being Lovey is the definite fact I have been given a gift. A gift of renewal and second chances. Whatever I couldn't do with my own I can rectify in a grandchild. No longer am I the harassed hurried single parent trying to rear and home-school three daughters. I am the calm collected person who saves him from (very)early morning boredom in the crib. I am the one who rushes hm down the stairs and out the door to catch the first morning breezes and sun burst through the clouds. I see the same joy (and of course adoration)in his eyes when he looks at me that the girls had. In him manly skills will be taught. Already he has his chores. He walks with me as we (I) feed the dog,put out trash, water plants, load the dishwasher. His babbling shows the joy he feels at doing housework. Wait a minute....maybe that's just me feeling the joy in being Lovey. Isn't he beautiful?
Loving The Changes
changes +
Ey Wade +
grandbabies +
grandmothers +
life +
Natural Parent
Four months ago I became an official grandmother, well "Lovey" to Jett Parker Ellington Wade. Not being called grandma has nothing to do with vanity, but I only remember my grandma when hear the title. My mom is 'Granny' and my sister's grandchildren call her 'grandmother'. I want to be that little fellow's lovey. The one he runs to when his mother is just not being tied around his finger.
Isn't it hilarious how our roles in life shift and change under our feet and we never really realize we are moving and reforming? It took a bit of time to inhale the fact I wasn't my mom's little girl anymore and was responsible for the lives of other humans.I only just accepted the fact I am no longer the mommy, but the mother. I'll be 53 in a couple of months and I just can't phantom that. I used to think that number meant you were old. I wonder if my mom felt that way. It's not the case of being an empty nester (kinda dumb term because the nest is never really empty. Fragments remain, ties are still there and the children always return, yeah).
One thing about being Lovey is the definite fact I have been given a gift. A gift of renewal and second chances. Whatever I couldn't do with my own I can rectify in a grandchild. No longer am I the harassed hurried single parent trying to rear and home-school three daughters. I am the calm collected person who saves him from (very)early morning boredom in the crib. I am the one who rushes hm down the stairs and out the door to catch the first morning breezes and sun burst through the clouds. I see the same joy (and of course adoration)in his eyes when he looks at me that the girls had. In him manly skills will be taught. Already he has his chores. He walks with me as we (I) feed the dog,put out trash, water plants, load the dishwasher. His babbling shows the joy he feels at doing housework. Wait a minute....maybe that's just me feeling the joy in being Lovey. Isn't he beautiful?
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