The Leader
Kayla has a strong personality, she knows what she wants and what she doesn't want, she's a bit distracted, in our view, but most probably the reason is that she is in her own world. She's usually in a rush to do most things that she should do with calm and when she has to be in a hurry she usually takes her time, but I guess that's just because she's a kid.
I try not to forget what it was like to be a kid, when I see myself in her, what I used to do when I was a kid (what I can remember of that time), I try to be compreensive and understand why she does what she does. I think I am a bit harsh sometimes and there are days it feels like all I'm doing is fighting with her because of this or that and poiting out what she's doing wrong. I really try very hard to make sure to give her praise when she does something right, even in the small things, like washing her hands after going to the toilet or being nice to Andrew even though she wasn't asked to.
She is very much a leader and I hope she continues to be like that, but learning to give others a chance too, not stepping over others to achieve anything, I hope we, as parents, are able to be an example to that and make her aware of it. I say she's a leader, because when she gets to a group of kids, whether she knows them or not, she always ends up telling them what to do: "Let's go here"; "Let's do that"; "Go over there and do this", etc. And somehow most kids do as she wishes.
She has a strong personality, knowing what she wants and doesn't want. Her teacher has told me a few times that when an activity requires a specific colour, she insists that she doesn't want that colour, she wants this other colour. I try to let her be herself when it comes to art. Why is it that black is considered an ugly colour? So I try to explain to her that black isn't an ugly colour and start naming everything we have that is black and that we enjoy/like. When she was smaller she used to say she likes all the colours, but as she grows and get's different feedback from other adults and other children who brings attitudes from home, she also starts modeling those kids of attitudes, where they are saying that black is an ugly colour. Of course I would like her to colour all these happy, bright, Springy colours, but black, grey, brown, etc are also necessary in the palet, which I think she will eventually learn to moderate herself.
When I look at her colouring in something or trying to make the lines on the dotted line, she sometimes seems to be in a hurry to finish it off, colouring in in a hurry, not worrying if she goes waaay out the line or not, or that it's more of a scribble, where you can't even see what she was colouring underneath. She makes the lines in a hurry, going way off which then turns out in a little bit of a mess. But she sometimes has these beautiful pictures, so well coloured in, which makes me see she can do it. Most her pictures are of her and Andrew, on grass with flowers around, and the sun, she eventually started adding clouds in her pictures too. Or she draws herself, Andrew, Orlando and me with the same backround (grass, flowers, sun and eventually clouds). She's made a picture of the rout to the farm from my parents' house, she's drawn our apartment building. I think she is an artist, as her mom used to be, but I must confess, she's a much better one than I was. I remember how I used to draw people, from one stage to the other, but she draws people so much more beautifully. And her pictures are always happy ones, including flowers and parts of her like, which makes me happy. She is really a happy child.
She recently had her graduation party, she will be changing schools, going to pre-school. She was so beautiful with her hat, cape and cane, she got her deploma and a little book with her teacher's photo and the assistants, also with the names of all her coleagues written be them themselves. But Kayla doesn't seem to have the notion of the next step, she is only 5, she doesn't have that grasp of time, forever and never. I was quite emotional on her last day of school (she went on holiday a bit sooner so she can spend time with her grandmother). I think I was emotional because she's growing so fast, we're moving on to the next step in her young life, not knowing what will be coming next, how she will react and how she will adapt.
I confess her new school isn't what I expected, I didn't know it was an old house where they have to literaly move from room to room for different activities, I didn't picture that especially because they have several ages in the same class, but they divide the age groups to do different activities at the same time. We didn't know this until the day we went to write her in and took her along to meet her new school. She already knows a girl in there, and she loved it, she wanted to stay more and didn't want to go back to her old school, she was always asking when she was going to start her new school. I hope she keeps up this enthusiasm. We will see how this goes and decide whether she stays longer, I know when she goes to primary she goes to the downstairs, I also wanted her in this school because they have the same values as us and don't celebrate all those Catholic holidays and paganisms... Everyone has they own choices, they choose to do it one way, we don't agree with it and do it our way.
But she is obedient most times, if she knows a program is going to start that we don't want her to watch she'll say it's going to start or says it isn't a nice movie, so then we see if she will watch another channel, if we think she's watched enough and goes to plays with her toys or maybe even put on a DVD.
Whenever I start thinking she's getting big, smarter she comes out saying something I don't expect to come out her mouth, I still have to learn not to underestimate her intelligence.
Everyone tells me she's always smiling, whenever they see her she's smiling and happy. Well, as her mother, I know she's not ALWAYS like that, but I can say that she is most of the time, which I think is evedence of the life we're giving her. On her birthday card, most of the people wrote at the end of their message (me included), to always keep smiling.
She's a lovely child!
I try not to forget what it was like to be a kid, when I see myself in her, what I used to do when I was a kid (what I can remember of that time), I try to be compreensive and understand why she does what she does. I think I am a bit harsh sometimes and there are days it feels like all I'm doing is fighting with her because of this or that and poiting out what she's doing wrong. I really try very hard to make sure to give her praise when she does something right, even in the small things, like washing her hands after going to the toilet or being nice to Andrew even though she wasn't asked to.
She is very much a leader and I hope she continues to be like that, but learning to give others a chance too, not stepping over others to achieve anything, I hope we, as parents, are able to be an example to that and make her aware of it. I say she's a leader, because when she gets to a group of kids, whether she knows them or not, she always ends up telling them what to do: "Let's go here"; "Let's do that"; "Go over there and do this", etc. And somehow most kids do as she wishes.
She has a strong personality, knowing what she wants and doesn't want. Her teacher has told me a few times that when an activity requires a specific colour, she insists that she doesn't want that colour, she wants this other colour. I try to let her be herself when it comes to art. Why is it that black is considered an ugly colour? So I try to explain to her that black isn't an ugly colour and start naming everything we have that is black and that we enjoy/like. When she was smaller she used to say she likes all the colours, but as she grows and get's different feedback from other adults and other children who brings attitudes from home, she also starts modeling those kids of attitudes, where they are saying that black is an ugly colour. Of course I would like her to colour all these happy, bright, Springy colours, but black, grey, brown, etc are also necessary in the palet, which I think she will eventually learn to moderate herself.
When I look at her colouring in something or trying to make the lines on the dotted line, she sometimes seems to be in a hurry to finish it off, colouring in in a hurry, not worrying if she goes waaay out the line or not, or that it's more of a scribble, where you can't even see what she was colouring underneath. She makes the lines in a hurry, going way off which then turns out in a little bit of a mess. But she sometimes has these beautiful pictures, so well coloured in, which makes me see she can do it. Most her pictures are of her and Andrew, on grass with flowers around, and the sun, she eventually started adding clouds in her pictures too. Or she draws herself, Andrew, Orlando and me with the same backround (grass, flowers, sun and eventually clouds). She's made a picture of the rout to the farm from my parents' house, she's drawn our apartment building. I think she is an artist, as her mom used to be, but I must confess, she's a much better one than I was. I remember how I used to draw people, from one stage to the other, but she draws people so much more beautifully. And her pictures are always happy ones, including flowers and parts of her like, which makes me happy. She is really a happy child.
She recently had her graduation party, she will be changing schools, going to pre-school. She was so beautiful with her hat, cape and cane, she got her deploma and a little book with her teacher's photo and the assistants, also with the names of all her coleagues written be them themselves. But Kayla doesn't seem to have the notion of the next step, she is only 5, she doesn't have that grasp of time, forever and never. I was quite emotional on her last day of school (she went on holiday a bit sooner so she can spend time with her grandmother). I think I was emotional because she's growing so fast, we're moving on to the next step in her young life, not knowing what will be coming next, how she will react and how she will adapt.
I confess her new school isn't what I expected, I didn't know it was an old house where they have to literaly move from room to room for different activities, I didn't picture that especially because they have several ages in the same class, but they divide the age groups to do different activities at the same time. We didn't know this until the day we went to write her in and took her along to meet her new school. She already knows a girl in there, and she loved it, she wanted to stay more and didn't want to go back to her old school, she was always asking when she was going to start her new school. I hope she keeps up this enthusiasm. We will see how this goes and decide whether she stays longer, I know when she goes to primary she goes to the downstairs, I also wanted her in this school because they have the same values as us and don't celebrate all those Catholic holidays and paganisms... Everyone has they own choices, they choose to do it one way, we don't agree with it and do it our way.
But she is obedient most times, if she knows a program is going to start that we don't want her to watch she'll say it's going to start or says it isn't a nice movie, so then we see if she will watch another channel, if we think she's watched enough and goes to plays with her toys or maybe even put on a DVD.
Whenever I start thinking she's getting big, smarter she comes out saying something I don't expect to come out her mouth, I still have to learn not to underestimate her intelligence.
Everyone tells me she's always smiling, whenever they see her she's smiling and happy. Well, as her mother, I know she's not ALWAYS like that, but I can say that she is most of the time, which I think is evedence of the life we're giving her. On her birthday card, most of the people wrote at the end of their message (me included), to always keep smiling.
She's a lovely child!
posted by Quicha @ 11:17 PM
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