Tuesday, 29 November 2022

If Momsey Had a Podcast..

If I had one, what would I do? Reaching the greatest number of people in the shortest amount of time with insights and information. I have thought of this a few times lately. Was it time to up my game? I know what it is though I'm not tech savvy, nowhere near that standard. Soon to be a grandmother to seven, I'm learning more and this next generation is my proof.

I do not live on the net. I live in the real world where dogs need care, a 14-year-old canine needs more and little grandchildren enjoy baba's time and attention, in a different way, while mom and dad do other things. During one lively, fun, laughing session, I babysat my 4 year and his younger, one-year-old brother. Supercalifragilisticexpialidosious came to mind. So we began. I spoke this elongated monstrous word to my 4 year old. We practiced its enunciation, slowly, while breaking the word into its smaller, more manageable parts. The word from the Mary Poppin's movie came alive as we both struggled to repeat this nonsensical word. My grandson was totally engaged. Putting words into the mouths of young children is a game changer. It's a brain workout, pronouncing words not normally in use at that young age. Hearing the word for the first time was a laugh a minute for both of us.

On my podcast, my attention would focus on special education. It always has. That is my passion, my reason for being. Though I struggled in English composition and literature, as a high school student, I relish writing, thinking and writing my blog. My daughter -in-law put me in that special place. She drove me there. Having been a secondary school teacher, an award winning volunteer has helped me garner some attention where it matters: in the minds of parents and those who care about those left behind in main stream education, sort of. Letters can be scary in the mind of a special needs child. So get them out of there for the time being. As we engage in yeast dough, one of the most exciting 'courses' for a young child, he/she is expected to do: engage in  meaningful conversation. No more "See Spot Run"

For learning to happen, conversation must be relevant, engaging and fun. It is the first rung on the learning ladder for children sitting quietly as they must in the classroom. Or should they? The writing/reading stuff is paramount but arrives much later. Just ask your baby/toddler. They're talking continuously and making sense.

Momsey was a special needs secondary school teacher, long, long ago when dinosaurs rules the earth. Let us focus on the fun aspect of learning through conversation. The structural/academic stuff waits its turn. Remember: your child is a genius in hiding. Let us here from him/her. Podcast, here I come.

"You are important, too, nonna!."

 

We were seated nearby the table of five. Three children with two adults, their backs to us. All seemed fine till it happened.

It was November 18th, black Friday, unbeknown to us, till the signs in the store reminded us. We had taken this day off to shop. Shopping was not a favourite pastime of mine. I shopped because of need - mostly. Dining out was always a special event so where we dined was always uppermost in my mind.

The buffet was laid out in one scrumptious row after another. Hot food, cold food, soup and dessert. I was predictable: soup, hot table then dessert: creme brulee. Keeping to a protein based meal was always my goal. (Rolls, pizza, fries served no useful dietary benefit.) Then it happened. The spitball arrived soon after I was done.

I looked at her, this young girl, whose celebratory lunch with her younger sister, older brother and grandparents had created this unsavory moment. I guess she thought the event was funny till I looked at her, waving my finger to and fro in surprise indignation. Who does that to strangers in a nice restaurant? Sadly, nonno and nonna would soon find out.

I walked over the these precious grandparents who had taken time out of their day to bring their grandchildren here. Normally they are good, she said. Yes, I responded. Normally ours were good till a bit of larceny changed everything. As grandparents, our job is to have fun and spoil our grandkids. Discipline is not our job. But today everything changed.

Nonna apologized then apologized again. She had tried to contain them as they fought near another table. She was sorry for her oldest granddaughter's behaviour. I spoke softly to remind this gentle lady that that she had done nothing wrong. The young lady had. I suggested that a lesson for another visit could include only two of her progeny, a reminder that there are consequences for public misbehaviour. She smiled. This gentle lady listened so sweetly. 

I hope her grandchildren realize what special grandparents they have.  Momsey had none who bothered. Five minutes would have been great for this lonely little girl growing up.