The best moments

We’ve said it a thousand times– time flies. We try to prepare for the inevitable, that our babies will grow up, yet we are still stunned when we get there.
I told myself to enjoy every moment. I constantly reminded myself to embrace them, to hold them a little longer before bed, put my phone down while nursing and just try to memorize all their little sounds and expressions. Still, somehow, the memories are fleeting.

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Travelling with kids during “high threat” levels.

Travelling with kids whilst the UK put out a security warning whereas “attack may be imminent” , isn’t ideal. But we cannot let fear rule our lives, so taking extra security measures, a safety conversation between my husband and I, and so much extra awareness of our surroundings, we decided to go about our trip to London.

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Armenian Schools: The Benefits of Learning your Native Language

Growing up in Canada, our children are exposed to many cultures, which will raise them to be open-minded and diverse people. On the other hand, so much diversity may cause children to lack a sense of belonging or identity. According to research, learning the native language during the early years of childhood allows children to build a strong identity, a sense of belonging and develop a stronger bond with their education. Continue reading “Armenian Schools: The Benefits of Learning your Native Language”

Before heading out to London with my barely 2 year old daughter and barely 4 year old son, I researched things-to-do-with-kids-in-london, and the results were so vast. Having returned from my trip I felt I should write my list of favourites to share with anyone planning a similar trip.

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Raising a smart kid starts at home!

I grew up in a generation where the teacher’s word was final. It didn’t matter what excuses you made, your parents believed and trusted the teacher when they said that you hadn’t been doing your homework, you had been disruptive, or that the detention they gave you was merited. It seems all those children have grown up with resentment. All those years of being ignored, not trusted, not given the benefit of a doubt… now, together they rise to stand up against the teacher. Continue reading “Raising a smart kid starts at home!”

Why the student-teacher relationship matters.

My children are still young, Victoria recently started daycare, and the days leading up to her first day were difficult. When James started daycare a couple of years ago, we faced major separation anxiety, and I anticipated that I would have to face the same issues with Victoria. At the time, James was over 18 months old,  but Victoria was just over a year when she started and still a baby in my eyes.

To my surprise, she has adapted very easily. She might have cried the first three days as I dropped her off into unknown arms, but this morning she eagerly tossed herself towards her teacher and later didn’t want to leave the classroom. Continue reading “Why the student-teacher relationship matters.”

Raising kind children #Anti-bullying

Although I am late, this is my first post of the year and I thought it should be meaningful. I  decided to focus on a topic that I have been meaning to write about for some time now, but was not sure how to execute. I am not a psychologist, a doctor or an expert in any field. The only things I can comment on with certainty are the experiences I have gained and learned from throughout my life.

As a child, I have attended different schools that placed me amongst very different groups of people. My elementary school was an Armenian school, where I was surrounded by people of the same culture, who spoke the same language, ate the same food and pretty much looked the same too. You can say we were placed in a bubble, one that I am grateful for because it allowed me to learn about my heritage, speak a third language fluently and find my own identity as an Armenian. Yet, despite the fact that we were all of the same background, there were a few that had no problem creating their “cliques” and alienating others. Why was it that some children have no problem poking fun at others for their weight, the colour of their skin, their slightly larger nose, while others, like myself, would feel an immense amount of guilt for thinking it, or regret it immediately if I said it out loud? Continue reading “Raising kind children #Anti-bullying”

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