I'll admit, I'm baffled by much of the math homework that my 10-year old son Nick brings home from fifth grade. Thank goodness the teachers post an "answer key" along with tips on problem solving on the school's Web site. My last math class was during my junior year in high school, around the time the dinosaurs died off. What I think I recall from high school is some basic algebra and that a black bunny and a white bunny will have four "bunettes", one black, one white, and two white/black combinations. If I'm wrong, may Einstein have mercy on my soul.
More challenging initially than the homework itself, was getting both Nick and his younger brother Chris to dedicate time to complete their assignments. Terry and I have come to agree that setting aside a specific window for the boys, where all four of us are dedicated to their homework, has helped avoid potential battles.
The kids come home and immediately head for a snack. After a long day at school, just like an adult coming home from work, the last thing they want to do...is more work. After dinner, and before any dessert, the boys bring their homework to the table and plug away, number "two" pencils in hand. This gives their parents a chance to wash dishes, talk a bit about our days, and be available to answer any questions that come up. Or rush to the computer for the answer key!
Having a set time for tasks like homework or music practice means the kids have no surprises, and are able to understand that their commitments require attention. It occurs to me now that my work day goes much smoother when I keep to a regular schedule. Maybe it's not too late to learn something from fifth grade!
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Monday, September 13, 2010
Sunday, November 29, 2009
The Bongo Beat of Learning
I've read that kids who are involved in music show an increased ability to concentrate on their studies. My two siblings are great examples of this correlation; I couldn't be prouder of their accomplishments! My sister Julie played the cello for many years and later graduated with honors from Harvard Law School. My brother Tom has a Masters from the University of Washington in Chinese studies, he played the cello as well. More important than their academic achievements however, they along with their spouses actively encourage their kid's' musical ambitions. As an aside, I lasted in piano lessons for six months.
Yes, that's a limited focus group, but as our sons have expressed interest in playing instruments, we've supported their passion wholeheartedly. Nick can pick his way through "Smoke On The Water" on the guitar, and Chris will drum anything that's not moving. Including my belly during a recent Sunday afternoon snooze. Still, with expensive lessons and equipment, their favorite instrument to play is a worn and ancient bongo drum. Not even bongo "drums" because it's just one bongo. Or drum.
I've written about the need to feed your children's passions before, even when those passions are fleeting. It's important for kids to experience the excitment of trying something new. Just as important, it's vital for them to understand that exceptional talent in music, or in anything, comes when they match their passion with practice.
Perhaps there is a bongo drum in your house right now. Or a squeaky violin. Or a recorder that can't manage low notes but hits the high notes with alarming frequency. Smile when your kids want to show off their talents, and listen carefully for the sounds of their passion and purpose in life. They're not trying to make it at Carnegie Hall, they're just trying to secure their place in your heart.
Yes, that's a limited focus group, but as our sons have expressed interest in playing instruments, we've supported their passion wholeheartedly. Nick can pick his way through "Smoke On The Water" on the guitar, and Chris will drum anything that's not moving. Including my belly during a recent Sunday afternoon snooze. Still, with expensive lessons and equipment, their favorite instrument to play is a worn and ancient bongo drum. Not even bongo "drums" because it's just one bongo. Or drum.
I've written about the need to feed your children's passions before, even when those passions are fleeting. It's important for kids to experience the excitment of trying something new. Just as important, it's vital for them to understand that exceptional talent in music, or in anything, comes when they match their passion with practice.
Perhaps there is a bongo drum in your house right now. Or a squeaky violin. Or a recorder that can't manage low notes but hits the high notes with alarming frequency. Smile when your kids want to show off their talents, and listen carefully for the sounds of their passion and purpose in life. They're not trying to make it at Carnegie Hall, they're just trying to secure their place in your heart.
Friday, October 9, 2009
Boys Need New Toys
Invasion of the mind-snatchers continues! After a Sunday without television or Nintendo (see the Blog post from Sept. 28th, 2009) and actual human interaction, Terry came home today with the Beatles Rock Band Wii game. For the uninitiated, this "toy" lets you play a fake guitar and fake drums while singing along with John, Paul, George and Ringo. "Twist and Shout" is reverberating in the background while I post this.
Maybe it's not so terrible to furnish our kids, and ourselves, with new toys now and then. Sure, the pricetag was obscene; $150+ at your favorite superstore. Music is one way that generations come together. My parents listen to Bach, Mozart and a bit of Brahms. The music I scoffed at 30 years ago now takes up a significant portion of my Ipod's memory. My sons laugh at their Dad's obsession with all things Springsteen. I'm hoping that when Bruce and I are both gone, perhaps my offspring will embrace my classics.
The new toy now dominating our television is a way for my kids to connect to the 60's and early 70's, a time that formed many of my political, social and cultural affinities. I guess the beauty of something new is truly apparent in its ability to connect us with something in our past.
Maybe it's not so terrible to furnish our kids, and ourselves, with new toys now and then. Sure, the pricetag was obscene; $150+ at your favorite superstore. Music is one way that generations come together. My parents listen to Bach, Mozart and a bit of Brahms. The music I scoffed at 30 years ago now takes up a significant portion of my Ipod's memory. My sons laugh at their Dad's obsession with all things Springsteen. I'm hoping that when Bruce and I are both gone, perhaps my offspring will embrace my classics.
The new toy now dominating our television is a way for my kids to connect to the 60's and early 70's, a time that formed many of my political, social and cultural affinities. I guess the beauty of something new is truly apparent in its ability to connect us with something in our past.
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