I’ve been working on this project for a while, and I’m happy that I can finally share the complete version. Woohoo! Kit done!
This image shows the contents of our new calm down kit – otherwise known as the meltdown basket. I read Raising Lifelong Learner’s wonderful post about calm down kits, and I realized that I had never formally made a kit. I had randomly selected toys and things to help them calm down, but never put it all in one, easily found container.
While I love RLL’s suggestions, some of them are quite impractical for my crazy kids. So I decided to make a few modifications that were tailored to my kids.
Nothing got done today. I’ve had a hard week full of migraines one after the other, and as I lay on the couch struggling to muster up enough energy to do the dishes, I suddenly decided I don’t care. So I took today off.
Well, I tried, anyway.
The Engineer is just recently becoming aware that other people are different than he is – and he’s starting to question why. His thoughtful question “why isn’t my skin brown, mommy?” opened a door to a multitude of other questions.
It’s a tough subject. I’m hyper aware of my privileged position as a white, middle class, educated woman, and how that frames any conversation that I have with my kids. I’m also highly aware how pointing out our differences and defining races can be a bad thing. I don’t want my kids to be color blind: I want them to value a person for who they are.
I’ve reached that point. You know – that point where you stop and look at the big picture and realize “oh crap!” Yup, that point.
It’s not like I don’t already have a ton of things to do, you know. I’m blogging, I’m teaching my kids, I’m creating products for Teachers Pay Teachers, and somewhere along the way the housework gets slapped at and the laundry is piled in a corner. So, yes, I’m a little busy. Stay-awake-until-2 a.m.-every-night kind of busy. Yup.
Today was a bit sad for me because I was reflecting on what I meant to write in this post. In the last few days, I’ve come across a good bit of internet disdain for gifted and twice exceptional kids – in a homeschooling group, and in a gifted group. I’m being an armchair psychologist for a moment: these attitudes stem out of ignorance and fear, and quickly turn to hate.
Ignorance is fairly straight-forward. But fear? Hatred? Let me explain.