When I was a young girl, I used to love boys’ toys: railroad sets, construction sets, building blocks, toy trucks. But I always got dolls and doll related toys – as hand-me-downs from my older girl cousins.
Well, having a grandson satisfied my desire for boy toys. I bought every kind of truck out there. Was I buying them for him or for me?
Now that I have a granddaughter, I am back to dolls. She loves to play with her brother’s toys. But the look in her eyes when I showed her how to make a paper doll said it all! We go through all my stuff, we design, we cut, we paste. We spend hours together and well, we enjoy the girl thing we share!
I was taking care of my grandson because he was home from school. He was not sick but he had pink eye. We agreed that he would play on his computer on his breaks from math work, writing, and reading. But he did NOT WANT to do school work. And he is very dramatic. And he is manipulative ( because he is smart). And he wants to be in control (because he is smart). And he LOVES to complain (because he is smart and he knows an adult can only tolerate so much). And once you open the door to expressive freedom, it is hard to stop what everyone knows is coming next. Only I wasn’t in the mood for the dramatic temper tantrum and I was not going to placate it.
Instead, I offered him tea with honey. We used up whatever honey was left in the jar. It was one of those honey bear jars. And I got an idea. I told him we were going to to do something fun. We searched the apartment for baking soda and vinegar.
We washed the honey bear and dried it. We filled it halfway with baking soda. We took the little plastic piece that modulates the flow of the honey and put the lid back on. With the lid open, I poured th vinegar into the little hole. AND SWEET LITTLE, CUTE LITTLE, HONEY BEAR BLEW HIS STACK!
“Now every time you have to do work, we will the honey bear blow his stack, instead of you blowing yours,” I said. And so the honey bear and some simple chemical reaction became our anger management tool!
It was our last summer hurrah. And I proposed something politically incorrect, even sexist! My husband proposed going to Yankee Stadium with our grandson and son-in-law. I looked at my daughter and granddaughter. What were we- chopped liver? I ordered tickets to the Gazillion Bubble Show and we had a girls day. My granddaughter was picked to go onstage and since she believes she is Elsa, she had no problem pretending that the stage was a winter setting and the the bubbles were snow.
And what kind of girls day does not end with a little shopping spree?
Thank you – whomever you are – for purchasing and reading my book. If you have had a difficult life, were married, divorced, remarried, if you have now have grandkids, and you are still laughing – you will relate to the story of my life! 18 % of sales goes to Memorial Sloan Kettering for keeping me alive!
Kudos to NYC for really teaching. My grandson just “graduated” from kindergarten. This is a ceramic piece he made after learning about Wayne Thiebaud, his favorite artist. Of course that was a month ago. Now his favorite artist is Jim Dine. I can talk to him about Picasso and Leger and O’Keefe and the list goes on.
For graduation, he told me, his class was going to sing “It’s a Wonderful World,” by Louis Armstrong. Yes, he knew who wrote the song and he knew some history about Armstrong.
His music teacher encouraged him to learn piano and so he is. And he practices 10 minutes everyday.
THANK YOU NYC for doing your job in educating my grandson. THERE ARE NO TEACHERS LIKE NYC PUBLIC SCHOOL TEACHERS once the city makes up its mind to do the job!
From one teacher to all of you, THANK YOU!!!!!