Storytelling…

Its 10.45pm and I’ve just finished making my props for story assembly tomorrow!
I like to make stories come alive, not just with the book, but using visuals, and accents, songs and props.
Tomorrow I’m reading Monkey Puzzle by Julia Donaldson.

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And I’ve recreated the main characters.

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The monkey and butterfly,

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And the suspected mummies!

Hope the kids enjoy it… All 180 of them!!

Last week I read Hamilton’s Hats by Martine Osborne.

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And I made the different hats!

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I wore a headband to slot the various hats into, and the kids loved it!

But I Smile Anyway...

I Love You Lil Princess!

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Oh, and I know I embarrass you…!!!
Muahahahaha!!!!
But seriously, love you, and your brother, to pieces! ❤

But I Smile Anyway...

No pressure….

Tomorrow there are a lot of young children aged 6-7 and 10-11 about to start their SATs at school.

For those not in the UK these are tests that are required to be taken to gauge children’s progress in Primary School.

Though I agree we need to see how children are doing, the world does not revolve around Grammar, Spelling, Writing, Reading and Maths… Many children do not have these 2 subjects as their strong points.

But the system tells us that using these results we can see if the children are learning, and progressing at the correct rate.

Really? What about that artist, or musician, or scientist even. That dancer, nurse, hairdresser, or vet? Each child is unique, and has a talent. It’s up to us to nurture that talent too.

I know we need to have an element of success in literacy and numeracy to succeed in most things, but the pressure put on children so young is immense. Children don’t learn or progress at the same level. They don’t all even learn in the same way. Many children are almost written off because these tests tell the government that these children are apparently below par.

It’s important as teachers, and as parents, that we instil the self confidence in our children to know that whatever these results, they are still brilliant at something. 

Many of these kids will pull it together, maybe later than others, but with the right encouragement, they will get there. And who should encourage them? Who should be their biggest cheerleaders? 

It’s us parents. Mums and dads. 

Don’t make them feel that these tests, and things like the 11+, are the be-all and end-all of school life… For some children, that negativity, and pushing to achieve something that might not be within their grasp, can be the straw that breaks the camel’s back. 

Kaput! There goes the child’s thirst for learning….

Be there. Support your child. Give them all the help they need, and if, despite the help, they don’t achieve the scores you wanted them to, don’t berate them. Comfort them, and show them, high light their great points, because they do have them.

Boost their confidence, so they don’t feel like learning and school is worthless for them.

Tests.

Personally I really don’t like them, but I know they are a necessity. Just don’t let them and their scores rule your life. And the way you are with your child.

Good luck to those sitting them though! Unfortunately I can’t change that!

THE Face!

  

Do you understand?
Do you sympathise?
It’s an expression all parents have
Just to emphasise
Their feelings to their lovely kids
Without raising their voice
Though when said kids don’t even see
There really is no choice
But if they see that murderous look
That glance from mum or dad
They immediately know that things ain’t good,
In fact theyre pretty bad!

Scaredy Cat!

I’ve not always been a brave rat-fighter, like the other day, you know.
When I was a little whippersnapper, Pops was my savior on many occasion!
Spiders, moths, daddy long legs, flies, bees, wasps… Anything small that moved, basically, would result in the screaming down of the house, by me, of course!

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In our bedrooms, before they were banned from use because of being fire hazards, we had polystyrene ceiling tiles. And at night, God forbid if any flying creature were to come into my room! The moth or daddy long legs would fly around at the top of the room, hitting the ceiling, making a scratching noise, and I would hear it first, then tentatively switch on the light, locate it, then scream for my dad! Eyes fixed on the poor little creature, terrified of it coming near me, I’d wait for dad, then point in the direction of the object of pure terror, and wait for him to catch, and dispose of said monster, before being able to sleep again!
Note, I said dispose of, as Pops would never kill them, he’d gently catch them, and let them free from a window.

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It continued, Pops being my private bug catcher, until I was much older.
But having a younger brother, who knew of my fears… Not a good thing!
I always remember him handing me a cotton bud box, with a clear lid. He actually didn’t hand it to me, he waved it in my face, and when I registered what was inside… You guessed it, I screamed!

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It was filled with 5-6 daddy long legs that he had captured, and imprisoned, with the sole purpose of torturing me with it! Boy, did he enjoy the squeals from me, running and hiding!
(This is the kind of thing Lil Man does to
Lil Princess, but substitute the insects for bananas… Yes, she’s scared of fruit! (Or was…!)
He kept them for a few days, in that pot, before realizing they needed food and water, and space to fly… Giving  them their freedom after they had actually died!

Coming back to me getting older… I wasn’t always going to be at home, with the safety net of Pops… University beckoned, and suddenly I was 2 hours away from any Pops help! Uh oh! What to do??!

*Stereotype coming up!*
It was great, there were always lads around, strapping or not, ready to help us damsels in distress, and we would daintily call for our knights in shining armor  to rescue us from those nasty spiders and moths… Except one evening, I remember bring in the kitchen of our halls of residence. We were cooking at around 2am, as students do, and a moth dared to fly in through the window. Well, that was it! Screams from us girls, much flapping ensued! Entry from our savior… A lovely lad, who was a friend of one of the girls in the kitchen. He burst in, chest extended, and asked what the problem was, before spotting the monster moth… (Who was probably smaller than average!) And proceeded to scream, like a girl, prancing about the kitchen, trying to get away from the moth!!! Of course we just burst into fits of giggles! God knows what happened to the moth… It probably flew out after hearing the man-girl screams!

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Then I turned a corner.
Somewhere, somehow, I became brave!
We moved into student houses, where there were 4-5 of us girls, and no steady stream of brave knights. We had to learn to cope. The first couple of years we were OK, there was always one of my housemates ready to tackle any intruders.
But there came a time when I was the oldest there… I’d graduated, but still lived out, with some younger friends of mine. And they ALL had the FEAR!!!!
All of a sudden I became mum of the house! From, encouraging them to study, to trying to cook regularly, I took on these duties… And I even became the ‘go to girl’ for pest removal… Me! The screaming  banshee of yesteryear was now a brave knight… A savior to my younglings!!!

My Pops saw me in action one time my parents came to visit and he was shocked!!! He couldn’t believe his scaredy cat daughter had grown up!
And as a real mum, I continue these duties… Even as a teacher too!

Just the other week we went to observe at the school pond , and a little lad was jumping around because there was a bee! I got him to calm down, and said bee disappeared, but made another appearance… Cue flappy arms and ” Mrs Bhathal! I don’t like bees, I don’t like em! Mrs Bhathal! It’s coming for me! Mrs Bhathal quick! Pick me up!!!”

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Oh and I omitted to mention that on that visit, and 4 others, I caught frogs, and a toad! ME!!!!!!!!!! See, I’m not scared any more!!!

Any fears you have overcome??

But I Smile Anyway...

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