Showing posts with label kindness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kindness. Show all posts

Friday, 16 December 2016

EDUCATORS, choose your words wisely...





As an ex teacher (of many many years), I write these words from both the perspective of a parent and a teacher...

This week has been wonderful, well until today. On Tuesday I watched on as my youngest, Bean, took part in her first Nativity. She was an angel, both figuratively and literally. With each new song, she sang the words, did all the actions and remained on stage despite a lot of her little comrades needing to be comforted by their parents. I left on a complete high - she had finished her first term of preschool, developmentally had come on leaps and held her own on stage. Her targets from October had been met and she had made it into the 30-50 month development bands (she was 3 in September).

Then today, I came to collect her from the Friday session to be greeted by a rather stressed looking Preschool Manager. She, LOUDLY, asked if I could stay behind and give her tips on how to "manage" my daughter. Rather unfortunately I had my eldest with me too, so the impending conversation had to be done while trying to keep both girls calm and sensible. She proceeded to tell me that they were "at the end of their tether" with her as she was emptying boxes repeatedly, had scribbled in books, had broken a few items belonging to the preschool - today she took the keys off their laptop keyboard, which was presented to me in front of onlookers of both staff and parents for maximum levels of embarrassment.. "We're short-staffed", "we can't accept this if it's costing us money". So, I questioned what the sanctions were for a child who is repeatedly disobeying their rules. This question seemed foreign - the reply left me rather dumbfounded  "no, we've never put her in time out, we just tell her not to do it again". We leapt from never instilling sanctions to "we think she should have a 1:1".

As any good educator knows, management of behaviour is a series of steps. Setting out expectations, finding a hook that can get buy in from a child to want to follow the rules and creating a pathway that works for both the child and school. Bean's keyworker has been away for approximately a month now - she has targets from her portage teacher and the preschool follow them. She has really missed her keyworker, frequently asking me where she is. Yet, none of this was taken into account. Instead I left feeling humiliated, that they didn't want her there and that a lack of staff planning had resulted in a rather difficult day.

Now, before anyone says I'm simply shifting blame or responsibility...I'm not. I believe if she misbehaves there should be a consequence - there always is at home. I even made this point in our initial meeting, reiterating a number of times that they would need to be firm. Instead I feel they've made no attempt to put in place basic, yes basic, measures to ensure she knows what is allowed and what is not. I respect that we often have to hear (or say, when we're on the other side!)  unpleasant things but it is the manner in which we deliver that information that leaves a parent feeling safe, secure and reassured that the child needs help, rather then they are a burden. It is also essential to keep a parent informed. Until today, I was under the impression that Bean was doing fabulously. She was attentive, making excellent progress and was kind. So today came as a shock. 

Being an educator gives you enormous power, with profound responsibility. Every word you utter provokes a reaction and a parent doesn't simply hear and forget; rather, they swallow it, digest it and frequently feel the need to regurgitate it over and over again. You are responsible for how difficult and sensitive information is delivered - you find a way to communicate that in an honest yet supportive manner. By conducting this in an open environment you are leaving a parent to feel exposed - you are laying bare all the inner concerns or worries that keep them awake at night. Privacy and compassion are essential - ask a member of staff to tend to the children so that you can speak with the parent, to allow them to cry (if they feel compelled to do so) without fear of upsetting their offspring; or simply schedule a meeting at an appropriate time where an open debate can take place and you move forward united in the best interests of the child. 

Anyone who has worked in the classroom knows that the end of term often brings out the worst in children who are tired, facing chaotic changes to their routines and are excited for the imminent arrival of the big guy in the red suit. Today, has left me feeling despondent and disappointed. After a term which has radiated such success, I move towards next week feeling like I want to pick Bean up and never go back.

So finally...Educators, teachers, keyworkers, please choose your words carefully. They have an impact and when a parent already has what feels like the weight of the world on their shoulders, you can make or break them. 

Thursday, 6 October 2016

Dear Kindness...where did you go?




Dear Kindness 

"No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted." Those words were written by Aesop, an Ancient Greek writer who lived in the 6th century BC in Athens, Greece. It's true isn't it? An act of kindness, whatever that looks or feels like, is profound. It can be life changing in fact. So I'm wondering where you've gone? What happened for you to abandon us? or perhaps, what have we done to sacrifice you?

Over the last two years, specifically since 20 August 2014 (the day my daughter was diagnosed with a genetic deletion), you have become one of the most significant words in my life. I've clung to your importance, I've sought you out through professionals, friends and family. I've been disappointed when it feels you're absent, when I've heard people use painful words to describe individuals like my child. When I read a letter from a mother who lost her child to suicide, begging for you, for kindness from others. When I watched a documentary (A World Without Down Syndrome) that suggests the medical world wants to eradicate a type of person based on their genetic profile. I wonder when we lost all sense of direction and became so cruel - surely it's not who we want to be or should be. 

Kindness, to me, you are about suspending judgement - thinking before we speak, choosing our words, our language carefully. No-one wants to live in a hyper-sensitive world, where we cannot talk openly but we must also recognise the power of our words. They can damage us, they can limit us and, sadly, on occasions they can destroy us. Kindness, you are generous, warm, patient, forgiving...so often these days we choose aggressive, blunt, curt and pernicious language to assert ourselves. Why? Why have we cultivated this behaviour? From the snappy 'I don't care' slogans on our t-shirts, to our keyboard warrior antics on social media. 

Kindness, you invite us to take a breath, to pause, to consider others. To take the time to be thoughtful and just. I've been acutely aware of that need to be gentle, to be respectful, since my daughter was diagnosed. Ive seen people become uncomfortable by her (she's 3), yet still I have witnessed people feeling unsure or uneasy by some of her mannerisms. It would take nothing just to be kind, a few minutes of your time to smile, to say hello 50 times if necessary. Remember Aesop's words, no act of kindness is wasted. Truly, it is not.

Every action has a reaction, every word has an effect, every wound leaves a scar, every smile lifts the spirits and every act of kindness has an impact. In a world, which at the moment seems bereft of positive stories, we need you Kindness...we need you to shine a light on us all. We need to bask in the glorious truth that kindness has power, it breaks barriers and it unites us. So, Kindness, if you can hear me, please come back. 

Yours sincerely,


Bibi xx

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Friday, 23 September 2016

Chromosomes, Coffee and CANADA ❤️🇨🇦



This summer we were fortunate enough to visit family in Canada. We hopped a plane to Toronto from London...I'm not going to lie, the prospect of a 7 hour flight with a 6 & 2 year old was not exactly thrilling but they were angels. Seriously - total angels! We had lots of food, a couple of glasses of wine (not the kids obviously), some strong coffee, a ton of Disney and suddenly we were touching down in this vibrant city. As soon as we disembarked I had a wish that I'd visited before children - we would've had so much fun!! 


A yummy dinner, a good sleep & before you knew it we were greeted with a new day. We took a quick wander round the city...a little spy of the CN Tower, the Rogers Centre (Go Jays!), Ripley's Aquarium, the cool orange signs, the immaculately clean streets...I could go on. As we stepped I looked at my girls and thought how lucky we were to be sharing this moment together. Such a cool trip & it had barely begun. 

Later that day we jumped in our hire car and headed towards Lake Huron. 3 hours zoomed past and finally we arrived at a little piece of heaven. Have you ever found somewhere and immediately felt at home? As if all those times of questioning where you fit in, why you've always felt the odd one out, suddenly seemed to dissipate. It was incredibly freeing, in fact it made me quite emotional. Now, before anyone says it, I'll do it for you...we were witnessing Canada (Lake Huron to be exact) in all its blissful summer glory. I know that come winter this place transforms into a sub zero winter wonderland...but perhaps with less of the wonder if you've endured Canadian winters for a lifetime! But, despite those nagging thoughts in the back of my mind, I loved it. I adored how polite people were, the extraordinary level of kindness extended to us, how welcome we felt (despite our British accents - trust me, that isn't always the case when you travel) and the relaxed nature we continually encountered. 


During our stay we went to a Celtic Music Festival...one of the beautiful things about Canada is the diverse community. So many families travelled far & wide to North America, to settle, to make it their home. It's what my family did - Irish born but London based, my relatives left for a better life and they found it. For 40 years they have carved out careers, relationships, homes...a new way of living that they have fully & unquestionably embraced, but their Irish roots remain apart of who they are. I saw that history of birth running through the veins of the towns I visited. The Celtic traditions: the music, song, poetry, was evident to see and hear. It was, without sounding crass, magical. All these many nationalities embedded together under one flag, it made me feel proud to be there...& made me feel a million miles away from all the negativity, hate filled problems Brexit has caused in the place I call home. It made me want to stay there forever. 


My aunt described it as a 'kinder community'...as a parent of a child who faces the potential of a lifetime of challenges and obstacles, this was deeply appealing. I'm sure if there are any Canadians reading this they will think I'm being too idealistic or viewing their country with rose tinted glasses, and maybe I am but something about it clicked. It felt right. And surely that's what it's all about, finding somewhere that you feel passionately about. 


So what now? Do we take the plunge and try a new life? I'm certainly nervous at the prospect, the million and one things I would need to do to make it happen but if there is even the slightest hint that we could give my girls, Bean especially, a kinder and more understanding future then I want to grab hold of that & not let go. It's hard for others to understand that...unless you have a loved one who has an uncertain future then all this might seem silly but I know that we have to do everything & anything in our power to improve and enhance our lives but more importantly the future for our girls. 


So...although nothing is certain yet, I hope we have the opportunity to try something new & give us all reasons to be positive for the future.



Bibi xx

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Friday, 29 April 2016

Friday Favourites...COLOUR!





So apparently "the purest and most thoughtful minds are those that love colour" (according to John Ruskin, an art critic from years & years ago...I only know this thanks to Google). Well, I absolutely do not possess a pure mind, although I hope at least it is thoughtful; but I simply adore colour...the brighter the better & if it clashes then we've pretty much hit the jackpot!


Over the last few years I have become obsessed with bright, bold & brash colours - I basically want everything around me to bring a splash of rainbow. I think my husband is relieved that this passion didn't spring when we were decorating our house four years ago...otherwise I dread to think what I would've done! I seek out anything that is colourful - from utensils to art work*...I might even have bought myself four luminous cleaning cloths this week (I know, ridiculous, but if I've got to clean I might as well be holding something vaguely cheerful - this is what I'm telling myself anyway). 


Our utensils pot and cutlery drawer kind of represent a clown's approach to accessorising & furnishing a home but I am unashamedly proud of my choices ...the husband is pretty good about my love for all things vibrant. I do sometimes wonder what he thinks as he delves in to grab a knife & fork and is greeted with a crazy menagerie of hues, tones & tints! Can I just add that the picture of my cutlery is after a major spring clean…it normally does NOT look like that.


I adore Cath Kidston, so my tableware is a full on chintz overdose, mixed with random coloured cutlery. I can almost see my mum squirm when I hand her a mismatched knife and fork!! But I love it - sitting down to a vivid table, all agleam with oranges, yellows, pinks... perfection. I've now invested in coloured glasses, champagne flutes & everything else you can imagine. Today, I excitedly (yes, I'm embarrassed for myself) bagged a little bargain from Tesco...a pack of 4 plastic garden tumblers for £1.50. Though, I have zero intention of waiting for a sunny day to enjoy these beauts...they are already stashed in the cupboard waiting for the girls to enjoy. 

For me, colour represents feeling - the more sumptuous the tones I am enveloped in, the better I feel and these days I truly believe that you need to do whatever it takes to keep smiling and positive. The more colour I inject into my home, the brighter my soul feels.

Happy Friday and hoorah for the Bank Holiday weekend...yea!

Bibi xx

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Nick Prints - Beatles, London Rocks & London Calling

Yoni Alter via King & McGaw - London, Paris & Rio

Monday, 25 April 2016

Happy Monday All...Random acts of kindness!




One of the most wonderful things you can do for anyone is be kind. As the saying goes, it costs nothing...it has real power to makes us feel loved & cared for. Today when I arrived home from the school run I found a little posy of tulips on my doorstep. I instantly knew they were from my next door neighbour, as we regularly play flower-tag! We've both had a very tough few years but we've still had to plod on as mums and as women. Whenever there has been a problem we've known that we are only a knock away...this gives me such a sense of wellbeing, it's untrue. I'm a big believer that the simplest thing can make someone happy and feel protected.

I've been lucky to always have a really gorgeous circle of friends - they all bring something unique into my life and I hope I do to theirs. I simply couldn't function without my friends...I never understand women who say 'I don't get on with girls' - I find that totally unfathomable. The women in my life are so wonderful - each and every lady I know is special to me. I love the conversations we have, the laughs, the tears, the nights out, the long lunches (when we actually get the time!!), our moans about family stresses, the times we lean on one another...every ounce of them enriches my life. If you don't 'get on with women' then I urge you to have another go. A female friendship is a wonderful thing. 

Happy Monday!

Bibi xx


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