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Why is it that some girls think Halloween is a good excuse to change from normal, family-lovin’ gals to inappropriately dressed vixens?
It starts with the flirty doe-eyes. Puh-lease! Act your age.
And that dress? I know it’s hot in Hawaii, but your neckline is a bit low cut for October in Oregon, don’t you think?
Okay, now you’ve definitely crossed a line. Have you no shame?
OH MYLANTA! If you have children on your laps, quick, cover their eyes! I don’t know how this slipped past the censors.
See what I mean? Totally inappropriate.
Feeling a sense of deja-vu? This post originally ran last year, but I had to “reanimate” it for the holiday. Whahahahaha!
That’s the lesson Newt’s birthday taught us. The cupcakes were ugly.
Newt opted for a movie and a sleepover instead of a party, but her friend had to cancel on the sleepover.
The movie was still on; we were all so excited to see Where the Wild Things Are, but, sadly, it was terrible. Odd, depressing, a bit scary, and really not much fun.
Blah. Sounds like a recipe for disaster, huh?
I will admit that there were a few tearful moments today.
However, we made this our mantra: Not perfect can still be pretty good.
After the movie, we went to the art store and Newt picked out a new book on how to draw dogs. Then we strolled over to Red Robin. Who can resist an ice-cream sundae brought to the table by a pack of singing servers? We enjoyed spending the evening as a family, talking and laughing together.
Now Newt is snuggled up in bed. Instead of a friend, she is having a sleepover with our little dog, Shasta – who usually sleeps in a kennel.
Not perfect, but still pretty good.
Just like the cupcakes, which when decorated, didn’t look half-bad.
I give you this:
Perhaps I overfilled them?
Oh well, they are just for family and a couple of close friends. All of those people know I’m not perfect.
Yes, Newt is turning nine. Where did the time go? Wasn’t she just turning eight?
Happy Birthday Sweetheart! I love you!
Now who wants a melting ice cream cone cupcake?
In my last post, I mentioned that Newt and I have been studying different composers. What I didn’t mention is that I am quite musically ignorant. I can barely tell a Mozart from a matzo ball. And the only instrument I can play is my iPod.
But that doesn’t mean I can’t teach the classics. I just means that I will be learning as much as my girl, sometimes more.
We have set aside Fridays as our Arts and Humanities day. This includes our weekly composer study.
It is far easier than it sounds, even for a novice like me.
I grab my laptop and we cuddle up together while listening to a free six minute “radio show” on Classics for Kids. A different composer is featured each month. The radio show gives information about the composer’s life and music in an upbeat, kid friendly way. I also check out CDs from our library that feature that composer’s work. We listen to them while doing schoolwork or cleaning the house. Occasionally, we will talk about how the music makes us feel. At the end of the month, Newt completes Classics for Kids’s monthly activity sheet. It’s fun. We both enjoy those months that include a listening map. What a fun way to train your ear.
If you’d like to see an example, here is one on Edvard Grieg, this month’s featured composer.
That’s it. Easy, right?
This method has worked well for us for several months, but this month I decided to add a bit to it. I wanted a record of what Newt was learning so she could go back and review. I created a notebooking page for her to record her thoughts on. I think we will be doing this from now on. If you are interested, you can download a PDF of my page on Edvard Grieg here.
Simple but effective.
Last spring we studied Giacomo Puchini. Neither one of us had ever listed to opera before. In fact, it is quite possible that the only exposure I’d ever had to opera was this:
Secretly, I thought it would be a bit boring, even if Cher Loretta did not. But, I felt it was my duty to remain neutral and let my girl make up her own mind.
In addition to the CDs, I checked out a DVD of Madame Butterfly from the library. I intended to show Newt a few minutes worth so she could get a more complete picture of what the opera is all about. I put in the DVD and was surprised to find that I was enjoying myself. I was even more surprised to find that Newt was as well. She begged to watch all 2-plus hours of it. If you are not familiar with Madame Butterfly, I should tell you that every bit of dialog is sung. In Italian.
Of course, there were English subtitles, and those kept us up with what was happening in the story, but it was the music that was so moving. By the time Madame Butterfly reached her tragic conclusion, Newt and I were both in tears.
Who knew?
A couple of weeks ago I was driving along and happened to hear on the radio that another Puccini opera, La Boheme, was playing the next weekend in Portland. I went home and looked online for tickets, but it appeared as though all the cheap ones were sold out and I did not have an extra $260 lying around for a pair of the good ones. Truthfully, these days I am hard pressed to find any extra money lying around, but I digress.
Luckily, I happen to know a secret to getting what you want. Ask for it. The worst that can happen is a no.
I wrote a letter to the Portland Opera explaining my desire to take my eight year old to see La Boheme. I told them of her interest in Puccini and her love for Madame Butterfly. I explained that I am a poor homeschoolin’ mama and asked if they would be willing to offer me a couple of discounted seats. You know, to encourage a future patron of the arts? For good measure, I threw in this picture of my girl:
Two days after I mailed it off, I received a call from the lovely woman in charge of the Portland Opera’s Education and Outreach Department. I had no idea they even had such a department. It turns out that the Portland Opera is very supportive of educators.
She offered me student tickets for $20 each.
They were Orchestra, Row H.
Yes, please!
The day before the show, Newt and I went back to the Classics for Kids website spent some time playing with their interactive orchestra chart.
The next evening, we entered the auditorium and she made a beeline for the orchestra pit.
“Mom, look! That’s the percussion section! And there are the strings! And the brass!”
The performers continued to tune their instruments as they smiled up at this enthusiastic young girl.
We took out seats moments before the lights dimmed. The show was breathtakingly beautiful. The music, the acting, the sets: it was simply amazing.
Between acts, I whispered to Newt from the program what would be happening next. She also followed along with the subtitles they had projected above the stage.
She didn’t fidget. She didn’t look away. I’m not sure if she even blinked.
It was magical.
Last week Newt wrote a wonderful little thank you note to the Portland Opera. We both got a response. For her, some encouraging words and an invitation to write or email and discuss opera anytime. She is already drafting a response. For me, an offer for another pair of discounted tickets.
We will be going to Orphee next month. I paid $30 for the pair of tickets.
Lessons learned?
You are never too old, or too young, to appreciate beauty.
I don’t need to know everything in order to teach my daughter well. Learning together is really enjoyable for both of us.
Quality educational experiences do not have to be expensive or complicated.
Always ask for what you want; you may be surprised at how much you receive. Cher Loretta was right. Opera is actually really cool – even if, as in my case, your date is holding your hand with one of hers and a stuffed animal with the other.
It has been nearly two hours since I kissed my girl goodnight. So can someone tell me why in the world do I hear an original harmonica composition coming from her room? Heaven help us, the girl loves her music.
When she was five, we were given an old piano. I spent a few weeks turning it into something beautiful and then enrolled Newt in piano lessons. She loved them. The lessons, that is.
The practicing? Not so much.
I begged. I pleaded. I bribed. I threatened. And then I came to the conclusion that she just wasn’t ready. Coincidentally, this epiphany coincided with our big move home to Oregon, so there was really no fuss about discontinuing her lessons.
Over the past year and a half, Newt occasionally asked me when she was going to start taking lessons again. I always replied with an enigmatic “When the student is ready, the teacher appears” and then I would catch a fly with a pair of chopsticks.
Not buying it? Okay, what I’d really say was something along the lines of, “I don’t know, kid. We’ll see.” And then I waited and watched for her to be ready. In the meantime, we began studying different composers and integrating their music into our day.
Three or four months ago, Newt pulled her old books out of the piano bench and declared that if I wasn’t going to get her lessons, she would just have to teach herself. She started “practicing” nearly every day.
The student was ready.
I sat down with her and we made a deal. I will pay for lessons and make sure she has time to practice each day but only if she will practice on her own. If she seems to need it, I will give her one gentle reminder. Other than that, she is on her own.
Know what?
It is working out fine.
Not only is she completing her assigned practices, she is also practicing scales that her teacher hasn’t assigned and working on original compositions. All this without a word from me. But can someone tell me why it is that most of those compositions seem to make heavy use of the sustaining pedal and chords heretofore never imagined?
What’s the point?
I began homeschooling a little over a year ago – but even in that short time, I have developed a personal philosophy for education:
Give plenty of opportunities for learning.
Provide ample inspiration.
And then wait until the child is ready.
Everyday I am seeing evidence that it is working. From music to math and everything in between, she is choosing to learn.
And I couldn’t be more pleased.