Spidey’s Serene Sunday – Part 390 – Back To School

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“It’s not what is poured into the student, but what is planted that counts.”

E.P. Bertin

Thank you, Spidey, for that reminder that I am back at school on Tuesday!

This quote resonates with me so much as an Early Years Practitioner.

I always say the Early Years Foundation Stage (EYFS) is the most important part of a child’s education.

Not because of the academics.

But, because we are responsible for creating that stable foundation to build their learning upon for every child that comes through our doors.

Of course we teach.

But our teaching is more of an exploratory way for the children to grasp and enhance the skills they need to become great learners and good individuals, going on.

Communication and Language; If a child cannot speak in simple sentences, how will they communicate with others? How will they explain what they are doing and how can they demonstrate what they have learned to us? Understanding and listening are just as important. Through the year we have them, we question. We question everything they choose to do. Can they understand our simple questions? We introduce new vocabulary to them all, either enhancing the vocabulary of those who have a good understanding or exposing those who are still learning the language to words and phrases that they need to know.

Personal, Social and Emotional Development; Through many different structured and choice activities, we encourage teamwork, independence, bravery, compassion and empathy. We will try and help children develop confidence. Sharing. That’s a big one. Turn-taking, realising that the world doesn’t revolve around them, being kind to one another, taking care of each other. Even the simple being able to leave their caregiver without crying.

Physical Development; You’d be surprised how many children start school with poor physical development. They’re not interested in running around, bikes, balancing, throwing, kicking balls, etc., and the same goes for their fine motor control. Here we nurture the skills they need to manipulate their hands and fingers in order to, eventually, cut, stick, paint and write.

Of course, academics come into it, but they are secondary to the above three areas. These are the skills we need to plant so the children can flourish, and if they have that base, then the academics will come to them.

I look forward to meeting our new cohort of children and am ready with my bulbs to plant in them, so they can grow into strong, kind, healthy, ready-to-learn individuals.

So, what do you think about these formative years in education?

namaste

Wishing you a wonderfully peaceful Sunday, Peeps!

#SoCS Aug. 27, 2022 – Board/Bored

Linda’s SoCS prompt.

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “board/bored.” Use one, or use them both for bonus points. Enjoy!

"Mum! We're bored!" they said
"How can you be bored?" I sighed
"There's nothing to do!"
"Really, kids? Nothing?"
I glanced around the bedroom

"Read a book?" "No!"
"Watch a film?" "Seen em all."
"Arts and crafts?" "Meh!"
"Garden?" "It's cold."
"The park?" "Same as above!"
"Shall we bake?" "Nope."

"I know," I said
Opening that treasure trove
That acts as their toy box
I moved ageing Spiderman figures
And Barbie dolls.
My Little Ponies and light sabres

Until I found them
Little flat boxes of joy
Scrabble
Monopoly
Ludo
Frustration

"Who wants to play a game?"
"Me! Me!" came the cries
Everyone loves a board game!

Ritu 2022

Throwback Thursday #53 – It’s a Formal Affair #RememberWhen #TBT Memory

Having another go at Maggie and Laurens, Throwback Thursday challenge! This week it is Lauren at the helm!

This week’s prompt is: It’s a Formal Affair

This week, Lauren has gone for a slightly different approach and asked us to write about occasions where we had to dress up.

I am proposing a different way to write to the prompt today. Because we all had very diverse upbringings, I am going to list several reasons why you might get dressed up. Please feel free to add any occasion you had to get dressed up.

What were your special clothes like?  Did you get your hair done for the occasions? Was a mani-pedi part of the process? Were you instructed on how to behave? Did you have any input on the formal attire? Did you feel comfortable in your special outfit?

Please feel free to write about as many of the occasions you’d like to share. Pictures would be an awesome addition.

Lauren

Oh, my, dressing up was definitely a thing since we were constantly invited to different occasions and events, being from such a large family. I had an extensive collection of Indian outfits from a young age, (and still do!) which were pulled out to wear on any such occasion

Preparation as a child would have been washing face and hands, getting dressed, and then mum brushing my unruly mop of frizz into some semblance of tidiness, which was usually in two plaits!

As I got older, I would do my own hair, and have a go at simple makeup which was usually a bit of eyeliner and lipstick, with a spritz of Guerlain’s Samsara! That was my first grown-up perfume!

The addition of fancy jewellery and bangles was fun, too, and I would spend lots of time choosing my accessories!

But, despite all these times to get dolled up, for pre-wedding parties, weddings, receptions, birthday parties, dinners at different people’s homes, I longed for a different type of dressing up.

My school friends growing up, were all pretty much white, British girls, and we would go to each other’s birthday parties, wearing flouncy party dresses, and I’d have special ribbons in my hair.

Then they grew up. Or rather we all did, but I got a little left behind, seeing as they started getting dressed up to go out for the evenings, which was not something I was allowed to do.

I remember the first time I went to a ‘disco’ was on a school trip when we were 11 years old. I was so excited to wear my special rainbow dress and suede pixie boots! And to get dressed up with no mum!

When we all sat our GCSEs, that final year of formal school there was a Commemoration Ball, where the final year girls were invited, and you could bring a date (Well, no way was that going to happen!) and everyone was so excited about the ball dresses they were going to be wearing. I longed for that kind of princess look, which wasn’t going to happen…

But, at university, I was able to attend a couple of balls, and as I had grown up a bit by then, I was embracing my culture more, so to the first one, we all went in beautiful Indian outfits! And I did that for a few of them. At my Hubby Dearest’s end-of-year ball, I wore a more formal western dress, which sated my longing for a proper dress!

But I did get to look like a princess once, at least, on my own wedding day!

I wish I had the energy to find more photos but they are all in boxes and out of reach at the moment!

Dang! I missed it again yesterday and no doubt that will be the sign of things to come since I am back at school from Tuesday! Still, I hope you enjoyed it!

One-Liner Wednesday – Denim Blues

“Shopping for jeans is officially my new form of HELL!”

Ritu Bhathal

For Linda’s #1LinerWeds

#TankaTuesday Weekly #Poetry #ThemePrompt Challenge No. 286, 8/23/22, #LessonsFrom Nature

It’s been a while, but I thought I would take part in the syllabic poetry challenge, Colleen hosts every week! Sorry I have been gone so long, again, Sis!

Lessons from nature

Use the theme above to write your choice of syllabic poem. Your poem must include or be about a lesson from nature.

Colleen Chesebro
Today’s poem is inspired by this photo I took, last week
We should persevere
Mother Nature tells us so
Grow, no matter what
Difficulties will appear
Solutions come from within

Ritu 2022

One simple, but strong Sunflower standing tall, despite the heatwave and water shortages.

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