Friday, January 02, 2009

Go to bed!

Dad: "Emma and James, I want you to be quiet and go to bed!"

Emma: "Dad, you know James needs a little conversation before he can sleep."

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

A Fresh Look at Old Farts

My husband, ever eager to teach our children life skills, bent over to turn on the vacuum and farted audibly. He turned to our five and four year old children, James and Emma, who paid careful attention to the vacuum demonstration and said, “James farted.”

James looked indignant briefly and quickly countered, “Emma cut one.”

Emma gave her father a long steady look and said, “No, seriously James farted.”

My husband says he’s teaching important life lessons, political skills. I find this farfetched since Emma already exaggerates, embellishes and lies with the poise and spontaneity of a politician. As parents in Oakland we don’t get to play politics much, we’re too busy working two jobs to pay for the mortgage and the private schools.

Our family falls between the demographic cracks we get to check all the boxes for ethnicity and we earn enough live in Oakland, but not enough to buy political favors. My husband and I don’t matter and I don’t mind if we are left out of the discussion about Oakland’s future. Emma and James though they deserve a place at the table.

Here and now makes our children what they will become tomorrow and Mayor Brown and the Oakland City Council have failed Oakland’s children miserably. We had a youth and child sex industry blossom under the careful management of these “crime stoppers.” If you vilify minority youth for political gain, why should you be surprised when they are then exploited for profit? If you promise pork and cut deals to better serve voter rich affluent neighborhoods while schools and other city services disappear in poorer neighborhoods, how can you than be “shocked” when youth create their own entertainment by driving in cars.

I can’t bear to hear more promises of pork, police and bond initiatives. I want to hear an acceptance of failure and a sincere apology from Council President Ignacio De La Fuente to the children and parents of Oakland because his mistakes and mismanagement have cost our children their lives, their dreams and their futures. The Oakland City Council stinks up the council chambers with their sweet deals for developers, gaseous rhetoric, stupidity and arrogance then when bad things happen on their watch, they blame our kids. Come on Ignacio you farted, all we want is a simple, “excuse me.”

Sunday, March 12, 2006

Mr. Fussy

"James why are you crying?"

"James fussing to mommy."

James Fisher 3 years old

Pretty Dress

" I don't want it, pretty dress."

Emma Fisher 2 years old

Thursday, February 02, 2006

Happy Hedgehog Day!

“Mommy do you know what day it is?”
“Emma do you know what time it is? It’s still dark out.”
“ Mommy today is Hedgehog day!”
“The Hedgehog gets out of bed and looks for his shadow, then his mommy makes him breakfast.”

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

Do Gummy Bears Have Bones?

My husband and I embarked on the parenting roller coaster late in life and well, we thought at least adequately prepared. It’s like learning to drive at 80 years old in a foreign country. So with two children less than a year apart we learned quickly that we need expert help. How do you prepare children to not just live in the world but to make it a better place, when you can’t even get them to pick up their socks? We have a clear vision of where we want them to go, but how to get them there?

So what about school, learning, achieving and what about just keeping them somewhere while we go to work? What do you do? How do you decide? What if we make a mistake, what if they eat candy and then can’t behave because of a sugar high and then need tens of thousand of dollars worth a psychiatric care and dental work? Yes, I had anxiety about picking a school, among other things.

Growing Lights Montessori School in Oakland does very little PR and BS. They don’t “wow” you with a fancy campus or the latest toys. They put the teachers front and center and the teachers talk about the Montessori philosophy and the curriculum and about how much they like what they do. No one brags or pushes. They give Maria Montessori all the credit and talk about how they apply her philosophy in each class. I give Montessori credit also but the talent of the teachers at the school and the administration’s support of their talents makes the school more magic than Montessori.

We live in the age of stuff and check lists. Hurry, learn to read, learn to write and don’t fall behind in math. I’m a natural worrier, sometimes I set the alarm and wake up early so I can start worrying. So, what about homework, can they read yet?

The first thing I noticed when my kids came home from their new school was that they could do handstands. I took them to the park and they ran fearlessly and confidently up slides and rock walls they previously avoided. They started acting cocky and they got thinner and more muscular. Then they demanded notebooks because “they need to write notes.” In an attempt to check their skills, I asked my son to read, he said, he’d like to write the word then read it. Both children began insisting on helping with cooking and laundry and they told me that, “a million, you know, is a lot.”

My children became fearless and confident about everything they do and about their ability to learn new things but most importantly they began to ask big questions like: “why are cats so serious?” or “do gummy bears have bones?” You see, it’s about the big questions, what do we know, what don’t we know and what we can figure out. Growing Light’s teachers made my children fully believe in the power and the importance of their own ideas. I have always told them “you should make the world a better place” but their school has given them the tools to do it. A great teacher changes your life; a collection of great teachers can change the world. Growing Lights Montessori School makes better people, better parents and a better planet.

Sunday, January 08, 2006

Upsidedownosis

The kids got out of bed easily at 4 a.m. because they had never flown on an airplane before. They bussled right out to the car and they didn’t fuss or fight in the ticket line, or in the terminal. They sat expectantly in their plane seat buckled in and peering out the window, the plane accelerated took off and hit turbulence.

Five minutes into the bumpy ride, Emma grabbed my hand and turned to me. “Mommy, I want to get off.” My four year old daughter seldom takes no for an answer. She made herself quite clear, as far as she was concerned the ride was over and she wanted off. My husband and I reasoned and cajoled and tried to distract her with food and toys and promises. Emma looked thoughtful but did not yell, scream or throw her body onto the floor. This is a technique she perfected in supermarkets: she becomes a blubbering mass of completely limp child until you agree to her terms. Her brother James listened impassively to our negotiations.

After some time and some improvement in flight conditions Emma, offered her own explanation. Airplanes she said have “upsidedownosis.” She used hand gestures to illustrate her point. Her short fat fingers did flips and somersaults. My husband and I vigousoly agreed with everything she said. When she finished her brother James, 5 years old, felt obliged to add his comments, “Mommy, I’m gonna blow chunks.”

Sunday, November 27, 2005

Celebrate

My friend Daniel celebrates Hanukkah. I celebrate..... sea lions.

-Emma Rose Nomura Fisher 4 years old