Dear Teacher,
You are in the position of spending half of every day or more with my son. Your relationship with him is important - from how he views school and learning to how he feels about himself and others, and everything in between. We want for you to know him as we know him, special in so many ways.
Like all of us, Kai has strengths and challenges. As the adults guiding him through this life, I believe that it is our honour to show him the way not only with our heads, but more importantly, with our hearts. Kai has a huge heart, so he will understand you if you speak and act from yours. It is not easy as one adult in a room filled with up to 30 little ones, all needing your support and guidance, but because of that, your words are so much more full of meaning. Each word, each moment, each decision can have such a huge impact. We need to choose carefully.
There is so much to know about Kai. We need you to know how precious he is to us, and how important family is to him. Along with his brother, mom and dad, he is regularly surrounded by grandparents, aunties and uncles, and cousins. We are a family of educators, so learning and exploring are a part of Kai's life. He is curious about the world and is always up for an adventure.
That said, school has not always been easy for Kai. He loves to socialize and is a sweet and endearing child who easily gets along with everyone. Although this is one of his greatest strengths and will bring him success in so many ways, it is not always seen as such in a traditional classroom. It can often get in the way of his ability to hear and follow instructions, and can distract him from his work. Kai's intentions are good, as he has always been a pleaser. He wants to do the right thing, but needs caring and consistent adult support to understand what that is and to follow through on expectations. He needs clear, step-by-step instructions written out for him and work broken down to make it seem do-able or he becomes easily overwhelmed.
Kai is full of life, so full of life that it often overflows in an abundance of energy and emotions. He loves to have fun, to laugh and to make others laugh. There is not a day that we aren't in stitches because of some antics he has gotten up to. He loves to work with his hands and create. He loves to move and to express himself, often not even needing an audience but rather a place to process his thoughts. He also has a hard time managing this energy and emotion, particularly when his hopes and expectations do not align with those of others and he is caught unprepared.
Kai has really grown in the past year, particularly outside of school in his level of confidence, and we are so proud of the risks he is beginning to take, especially as we believe that this is oh-so-essential to learning and growing. His confidence surrounding his ability to succeed academically, however, has taken a huge hit this year. So much so that he has begun asking for days at home, both for a break from the constant demands that he can't manage alone and to catch up on the work he is unable to complete both at school and at home in the evenings. It breaks my heart but I am also proud that he is advocating for himself; not looking for an escape away from his responsibilities, but a better way to manage them alongside his mental health.
As an educator and a parent, I am a huge believer in life balance. With a rise in child anxiety, it is time to dial back on what we expect children to do. Yes, we need to build resilience, but we also need to go deep rather than fast or hard. School work is primarily their 9 am to 3 pm responsibility. So much valuable learning happens outside of school, and I believe that we have to make time for fun, play and family life as well. This is clearly backed up by research.
Because Kai has ADHD, he has trouble completing work on his own in class. As such, an excessive amount of family time both throughout the week and on weekends is dedicated to him working on school assignments. Our family is lucky. As part of my job, I am very familiar with adaptations and accommodations that can be made to support diverse learning needs, so can advocate for Kai. I am willing and able to create tools, strategies and checklists to help Kai learn to self-regulate but also to become a more independent, confident and successful student. Please, use me. Meet with me so we can brainstorm and prepare for Kai's learning. Use what I create for him if it helps any others in your classroom as well. We know teaching is not an easy job and we want to make it easier for everyone. We will do anything for our children, so you will regularly see notes from us and we will be a presence in their learning. Please take this as a good thing. We love our children and we believe in education. We want to help.
Teacher, we know some days will be more challenging than others. On those days especially, remember that Kai is doing the best he can. Give him more positive feedback than necessary, lots of space and care and kindness, and remember that he is human like the rest of us. He is on a journey and the more love he gets, the better.
Welcome!
Every night I go to bed, I have thoughts swirling in my head. Things to do. Scrapbook pages I want to create. Gifts I want to make. Skills I want to learn. And, of course, daily happenings that I don't want to forget, but invariably will by tomorrow morning, only to pop up in a random thought weeks down the road. So, here I am. I may use this blog daily to empty my head and heart before cuddling up in my duvet, or as it may be, I may write in it once a month. Who knows. It is for me, but perhaps something I write or learn may spark a fire in someone else. Perhaps it may quiet a mind or make you feel like you are not alone out there. It is for me. But perhaps it is for you.
Tuesday, February 26, 2019
Friday, February 22, 2019
Home
Warm sun on my face, on the top of the world. |
My word for this year is home. It means so many things, but all of them are simple. I'm going to start with those that can be seen in pictures.
Spend time with my family
Never a dull moment with these folks. |
Our yearly photo with the best looking kids around. |
Girls night out! |
The Uchida genes clearly run through the generations. |
We started as neighbours... |
Enjoy my work.
Get outside.
Travel and go on adventures.
Play games.
Laugh often.
And always, remember what is important.
Thank You
Dear Nanny,
I feel like I should be writing this on paper instead of a computer, but the words are coming quickly and I express myself faster this way. I got a text from Kelly yesterday saying that you asked the nurse if you were dying. When the nurse asked if you would be okay with that, you answered yes. Through the tornado of emotions I am feeling, every time I go back to that exchange, I feel peace. You have lived a long, full life. Full of love and adventure. You are ready and I get that. Is it easy for me? No. The exploding heart and rivers of tears are evidence, as if I needed any, but most of all, I feel gratitude. And love . . . so much love. If my math and memory are correct, you have lived over 96 years, and I have shared more than 43 so far. I have been blessed.
What I know about family and tradition started with you and Papa. Because of you, family is the cornerstone of life for all of us, the most treasured of values. Because of you we have the most amazing dad, and grandfather for our own kids, that one could have.
In thinking of how I want to say good-bye when it is time, I keep returning to 'thank you.' My memory is running an old home movie reel, on a white sheet hung up on a wall crookedly with tacks, complete with the shaky imagery and the clicking sounds as the film goes from one roll to the next. I imagine the canisters piled up with the content titles written in a shaky script with black sharpie. The canisters have titles such as: Christmas, May long weekend, playing in the attic, New Year's Eve, Easter, the basement, and A Collection of Moments.
The shaky film shows hundreds of family dinners, on the long wooden table covered in a white embroidered tablecloth, the kids' table attached on the end. Turkey, ham, roast beef, yorkshire pudding, carrots, mashed potatoes and more. And dessert. Always so much dessert.
Romoli. Big games of Romoli with the giant bowl of pennies ready to share out.
The piano, where I learned to play Greensleeves, and played it over and over again each time I visited. You think I would have progressed, but it is still tucked away in my memory, ready to play each time I see a piano.
The old record player where I discovered a record with Good Night, Irene on it and thought it was the coolest thing, with your name being Irene and all. I imagined it had a great story behind it.
The old wooden box where you kept all the pencil crayons along with random other pens and markers, ready for me to colour with. I remember the joy and calm that box brought me. I have it on my own shelf now and it always makes me smile.
The baking. Oh, the baking. I have a clear image of you filling up the coffee table with so much baking and still regularly coming around with a plate of goodies telling us that just one more wouldn't hurt.
You and Papa always knew how to make us feel special. I remember you coming to so many of our sporting events and band concerts - if you could drive there, you would be cheering us on. Every visit, before we left you took a family photo in front of our car. This would be a fascinating look into our growth over the years, but again, it simply showed us how much you cared. One of the longest-standing traditions that my mom and dad carry on to this day is waving goodbye. Every time we drove away from your house to go home at the end of a visit, you both stood in the yard waving good-bye. I do not know how long you waved but I know we could see you waving as long as we could see you. These are just a few of the memories but each one connects back to you in my heart.
It is not yet time to say good-bye and for that, I am grateful. So I can still thank you for the lifetime of memories, love and joy, that are mine because of what you and Papa created with this family. My heart is with you wherever you are.
I feel like I should be writing this on paper instead of a computer, but the words are coming quickly and I express myself faster this way. I got a text from Kelly yesterday saying that you asked the nurse if you were dying. When the nurse asked if you would be okay with that, you answered yes. Through the tornado of emotions I am feeling, every time I go back to that exchange, I feel peace. You have lived a long, full life. Full of love and adventure. You are ready and I get that. Is it easy for me? No. The exploding heart and rivers of tears are evidence, as if I needed any, but most of all, I feel gratitude. And love . . . so much love. If my math and memory are correct, you have lived over 96 years, and I have shared more than 43 so far. I have been blessed.
What I know about family and tradition started with you and Papa. Because of you, family is the cornerstone of life for all of us, the most treasured of values. Because of you we have the most amazing dad, and grandfather for our own kids, that one could have.
In thinking of how I want to say good-bye when it is time, I keep returning to 'thank you.' My memory is running an old home movie reel, on a white sheet hung up on a wall crookedly with tacks, complete with the shaky imagery and the clicking sounds as the film goes from one roll to the next. I imagine the canisters piled up with the content titles written in a shaky script with black sharpie. The canisters have titles such as: Christmas, May long weekend, playing in the attic, New Year's Eve, Easter, the basement, and A Collection of Moments.
The shaky film shows hundreds of family dinners, on the long wooden table covered in a white embroidered tablecloth, the kids' table attached on the end. Turkey, ham, roast beef, yorkshire pudding, carrots, mashed potatoes and more. And dessert. Always so much dessert.
Romoli. Big games of Romoli with the giant bowl of pennies ready to share out.
The piano, where I learned to play Greensleeves, and played it over and over again each time I visited. You think I would have progressed, but it is still tucked away in my memory, ready to play each time I see a piano.
The old record player where I discovered a record with Good Night, Irene on it and thought it was the coolest thing, with your name being Irene and all. I imagined it had a great story behind it.
The old wooden box where you kept all the pencil crayons along with random other pens and markers, ready for me to colour with. I remember the joy and calm that box brought me. I have it on my own shelf now and it always makes me smile.
The baking. Oh, the baking. I have a clear image of you filling up the coffee table with so much baking and still regularly coming around with a plate of goodies telling us that just one more wouldn't hurt.
You and Papa always knew how to make us feel special. I remember you coming to so many of our sporting events and band concerts - if you could drive there, you would be cheering us on. Every visit, before we left you took a family photo in front of our car. This would be a fascinating look into our growth over the years, but again, it simply showed us how much you cared. One of the longest-standing traditions that my mom and dad carry on to this day is waving goodbye. Every time we drove away from your house to go home at the end of a visit, you both stood in the yard waving good-bye. I do not know how long you waved but I know we could see you waving as long as we could see you. These are just a few of the memories but each one connects back to you in my heart.
It is not yet time to say good-bye and for that, I am grateful. So I can still thank you for the lifetime of memories, love and joy, that are mine because of what you and Papa created with this family. My heart is with you wherever you are.
Uber-Frugal Month Challenge
I'm not quite sure if I am ready to participate, but I am going through the steps as an inquiry process.
Goal-setting questions:
Why are you participating in this Challenge?
I want to be more conscious of all most choices, make them intentional. So much gets bought and consumed because it is easy, which is important for life balance as well, but it should be done with forethought. Is there a way of doing things that is better for the planet? Being conscious of my spending means that I also must be aware of my choices, to slow down and think.
The thought of simple living evokes this feeling in me. |
I want to be more conscious of all most choices, make them intentional. So much gets bought and consumed because it is easy, which is important for life balance as well, but it should be done with forethought. Is there a way of doing things that is better for the planet? Being conscious of my spending means that I also must be aware of my choices, to slow down and think.
What do you hope to achieve?
I want to be more intentional with all my choices, including spending.
What are your longterm life goals?
Connection: to myself, my family, my friends and the wider world
Where do you want to be in 10 years?
Working four days a week in a job that fills me up
Connecting with my loved ones - spending quality time with them
Spending a lot of time in the forest
Traveling and exploring regularly
Only spending money on things that bring me joy
What about your current lifestyle might prevent those goals from coming to fruition and what can you do about it?
Spending without thinking
Some days I am too busy 'doing' that I don't use my time to enjoy, to be in the moment, to remember and live by what is important
What can I do about it?
Only surround myself by things and people that/who bring me joy - frees up time and money.
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