Feeling the wind about to knock me over is a childhood memory I’ll never forget. This week I took a small group of children for a similar experience… to look out at the snarling sea and feel the force of the wind. They sat transfixed for ages, staring out into the waves, facing the storm. They weren’t afraid of the weather… they were exhilarated by it. No fear of falling over or being caught by the rapidly approaching waves… and perhaps they were even a little too fearless… but no one got knocked over or got their feet wet.
This beautiful moment seemed to symbolise a current theme as I try to engage the people I know in conversations about the situation of the world in which we find ourselves.
As people who care for the future generations, do we have the courage for facing the storm which seems almost ready to engulf us?
The question of how best to serve our children is one that could easily be a recipe for depression if we do not ask with the understanding that we’re all doing our best. I wish I was better at drawing because I can envisage a cartoon: there’s a child playing innocently on the ground while two parents create a shield upon which the full weight of an avalanche is bearing down, threatening to crush the family. The avalanche is not natural but composed of a number of dark factories labelled Big Pharma, School, Video Games, Social Media and Junk Food.
Even working in concert with my partner, the pressure to resist all of these forces is very challenging, it asks an enormous amount of us. It’s humbling to imagine what that might be like for those parenting alone. And yet, two people is not enough to be able to protect children from the unbelievable pressures exerted by society today. This is why The Genius Tree and New Paradigm Education are seeking to build a community which shares some of the same values.
When your job is to protect children but the authorities are advising, perhaps with the best of intentions, to harm young people… what do you do? Isn’t it the moral thing to ignore harmful advice? What do we do when the guidelines for child protection becomes child abuse?
For those who wish to see their youngsters enjoying life, the education system is the worst place to be right now. The Genius Tree is committed to ensuring that young people do not end up alone in the bedrooms with only their gadgets for company.
The Red Book for Girls or Livre Rouge des Filles is a magical book that we have translated into English and French from the original Spanish version, El Libro Rojo de las Niñas.
The Red Book for Girls conveys an important message to women everywhere… a message of global significance which we hope will be shared far and wide so that it can positively affect the millions of women who can benefit from it.
This Toby Segar interview was a long-awaited pleasure. After years of watching this man and the rest of the Storror crew jumping off buildings and making our hands sweat from behind the comfort of our computer screens, we finally had the opportunity to talk to this courageous young man and find out more about what makes him tick and how he came to be known internationally for doing what he loves to do.
Truly counting our blessings this week, we are delighted to have been able to conduct our very own Stephen Jenkinson interview. The brilliance of this man is not to be understated, someone who has shown true genius in a whole range of domains:
More than once I’ve had people ask me if it’s wise to use the words heroes and genius in association with children. What is the justification for using such powerful language in the context of some snotty, undeveloped youngsters?
A recent quote verbatim: “Is it a good idea to be calling kids geniuses?”
Having been the second time in a couple of days that I had been asked such a question, it has driven me to write this reply in order to dignify such an inquiry.
This short pre-amble is really just to contextualise some quotes from The Prodigy by Hermann Hesse, a writer whose poetry is more than able to convey what he wished to say. This book was also released under the name “Beneath the Wheel” which gives a more immediate clue as to his opinion of the schooling process.
The back cover of this edition reads:
This novel is Hermann Hesse’s indictment of conventional education. It is the story of a brilliant young boy whose spirit is systematically broken by his parents and teachers; over-anxious about his success, they forget to consider his health and happiness. Out of his attitude to such treatment, Hesse developed his views on the value of Eastern education in developing the self.
This incredible writer has kept me spellbound for hours on end and I’ve re-read his classics many times, including this smaller work where he attacks education for its sins against youth and our inner intelligence.
The web of love is one of my favourite activities for the end of the day. My two year old is pretty feisty and it really takes something to calm her down when she’s finally lying down in bed. We removed her cot recently and she’s still adapting to the new found freedom of a junior bed. She can easily get up and fall prey to the temptations of books and toys so I need to do something which can gradually relax her while occupying her attention.
As an event which generally occurs three times a day for a good 18 years, at least, either a family establishes some good practices or these daily rituals become trials we must endure… grinding us down. The act of eating together can be something which actually brings everyone together for a genuinely enjoyable experience, it might require that we explicitly express our intentions in order for that to happen.
What exactly constitutes modern table etiquette? What do we need to teach our children so that meal times can be a pleasurable experience for everyone? Some modern research points to health benefits arising from eating with others.
Although I was taught table manners in the sense of how to hold my knife and fork and to chew with my mouth closed, my family didn’t really engender the spirit of harmony at meal times. It wasn’t until I lived in France and Spain that I really came to understand what sharing a meal could really mean.
Are table manners just some anachronistic remnant from the past? Perhaps some people would argue that it’s just a remnant of high class snobbery and betrays an ugly disdain for the uneducated. I’d like to look at it from a parenting perspective, wanting the best for our children.
If the art of successful real estate comes down to location, location, location, then the art of happy parenting comes down to sleep, sleep and more sleep.
With everything we’ve learned from recent scientific studies of sleep, of which there are many, the wisdom of our grandparents about getting kids to bed on time has been soundly confirmed, should we ever have doubted it (and I certainly did).
Appreciating the power of routine was not something I was immediately given to seeing that I’ve spent most of my life living in the moment and responding to life spontaneously. As an arty, creative type, always involved with numerous projects and their frequently shifting timetables, regularity and routine often seemed like unattainable and undesirable objectives.
It wasn’t until I lived with a woman whose personal routines ran like clockwork did I begin to see the positive impact it had on our children. Had childcare been left solely to me, our kids would undoubtedly have gone to bed when they fancied, perpetually messing with their circadian rhythms.
The power of repetition has generally been ingrained into us without our realising. It’s not until living with a toddler can we really see the degree to which repetition is an essential part of the learning process. There are moments when the constant recycling of the same conversations can be to the limit of draining our will to live as parents but it’s the thought that these processes are what’s required for them to feel confident with their rapidly acquired knowledge.
Just lately I’ve been considering the importance of possibly the most vital word in a parent’s vocabulary. However, there are many parents who’ll avoid using it at all costs and the absence of this word can lead to a lack of boundaries and nightmares for all concerned. It’s overuse can also lead to real issues. So, what is a knowledge bullet? It’s a reference to a small yet very important word found in every language on earth. It’s possibly the most condensed form of transferrable knowledge we can find, most effective when it’s the approximate size and shape of a bullet, a projectile ready to be launched with deadly accuracy at lightning speeds.
Really playing is something parents in this modern world find hard to do. It requires us to be completely undistracted, entirely present to what’s happening in the room at that moment, aware of the communication that’s occurring between us and our children at that moment.
This is one of the small blessings wrapped up in the current Corona panic. What a gift to see parents and children really playing together in a way we rarely see.
Walking through the park we can see mothers and fathers looking at their children with eyes of awe and wonder, taking time to really appreciate their children’s sparkle and their beauty.
Asking questions sounds like such a reasonable thing to do with our children. If we imagine an adult saying “Stop asking questions!” to a child, it would be easy to picture the stressed out, overloaded parent, probably in a supermarket, who simply didn’t have the patience for yet another infuriating, abstract question from the youngster. However, the title of this piece is a reminder to self, a reminder that I need to stop asking my children questions all the time, they find it just as disconcerting as I would. This is a lesson I have had to learn over and over again.
A strange little moment occurred at a baby group today. My nearly two year old girl, whose independence is often noted, came a cropper when a little boy decided he wanted the tricycle she was sitting on.
She was launched sideways and her head made a fairly decent thud on the floor as she went down. Although I normally suppress reactions and ignore any trips or falls completely, this one definitely merited a cuddle. She started crying in a manner not disproportionate to the bang her head made on the floor. Holding her tight in my arms, the sobbing slowly calmed to an uncharacteristic whine/cry. Squatting uncomfortably and wanting to shift position without breaking the embrace, I lay back gently and held her to my chest. That was how I found myself conspicuously lying on the floor in the middle of a busy playgroup in a large church hall, wondering what the other parents might have been thinking. We were there for a good 5-10 minutes.
This entry intends to record last week’s big news, our family’s latest arrival.
We often talk about bringing babies ‘into this world’, while Alan Watts used to talk about being born ‘out of this world’… like a fruit blossoming from a tree. My wife has often used the term landing… which I love, partly because it fits with a family mythology we have. The Bus-Stop at the Edge of the Universe is where all the souls waiting to incarnate are lining up, waiting for the right bus to bring them to earth. Each bus passing this queue of souls displays the parents’ names as well as the child’s future name and their time and date of birth. The souls wait for the bus which provides them with the right opportunity for growth… and then climb aboard to begin spiralling through our galaxy… all set to land at just the right moment.