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.
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.
Sitting in Victoria’s room, rocking her gently and singing to her as she slowly shuts her eyes. It is quiet. Just the sound of classical music with the faint sound of waves coming from her sound machine. And then, from upstairs…
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.”
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”