"Look, Mom!!!" he said as he thrust a piece of scratch paper in front of my face with his little boy hands covered in purple and orange marker.
"He's my special man. I'm the illustrator that writes the book!"
Boy, was he proud! My heart instantly recognized it as one of those moments.
"He's my special man. I'm the illustrator that writes the book!"
Boy, was he proud! My heart instantly recognized it as one of those moments.
I remember the exact moment when I learned to draw circle people too. It was thrilling to finally be able to make my artwork actually look like something. From then on, and for a long while afterward my drawings were filled with circle people. I added bibs to mine and made them be my babies. My son claims his are dinosaurs with really long legs.
It was one of those "ah-ha" moments in my child's learning that I never want to miss, like when he reads his first story book or writes his name for the first time all by himself! I just couldn't think of handing off those moments to another teacher in a classroom far away from me. They are too precious!
It was one of those "ah-ha" moments in my child's learning that I never want to miss, like when he reads his first story book or writes his name for the first time all by himself! I just couldn't think of handing off those moments to another teacher in a classroom far away from me. They are too precious!
Do you remember these Mr. Sketch markers? You know, the yummy smelly ones? The light green was my favorite- spearmint scented. Snapping off the cap brings me right back to my kindergarten classroom with Mrs. Peters reading us stories on the carpet, and taking naps on those red and blue plastic rest mats. Isn't it interesting what memories a smell can make you recall.
Even Mason talked about odors being able to bring up memories, possibly even more than some of our other senses. Though, she speaks of odors in relation to nature, and not a kinergarten classroom. But, I get what she means.
"We do not attach enough importance to the discrimination of odours, whether as a safeguard to health or as a source of pleasure."
"...odours enter more readily than other sense perceptions into those––
'sensations sweet,
Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart,'
which add so much to the sum of our happiness, because they unite themselves readily with our purely incorporeal joys by links of association. 'I never smell woodruff without being reminded––' is the sort of thing we hear and say continually, but we do not trouble ourselves to realise that we owe a double joy to the odour of the woodruff ...the joy of the pleasant influences about us when we pluck the flower, and the possibly more personal joy of that other time with which we associate it." Vol. 2 p 186
Maybe someday when my son smells Mr. Sketch markers he will recall his "ah-ha!"-circle-people-moment from last night. Who knows? But I know that now on when I smell them I'll think of him in all his sweetness and joy, another happy memory.
Even Mason talked about odors being able to bring up memories, possibly even more than some of our other senses. Though, she speaks of odors in relation to nature, and not a kinergarten classroom. But, I get what she means.
"We do not attach enough importance to the discrimination of odours, whether as a safeguard to health or as a source of pleasure."
"...odours enter more readily than other sense perceptions into those––
'sensations sweet,
Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart,'
which add so much to the sum of our happiness, because they unite themselves readily with our purely incorporeal joys by links of association. 'I never smell woodruff without being reminded––' is the sort of thing we hear and say continually, but we do not trouble ourselves to realise that we owe a double joy to the odour of the woodruff ...the joy of the pleasant influences about us when we pluck the flower, and the possibly more personal joy of that other time with which we associate it." Vol. 2 p 186
Maybe someday when my son smells Mr. Sketch markers he will recall his "ah-ha!"-circle-people-moment from last night. Who knows? But I know that now on when I smell them I'll think of him in all his sweetness and joy, another happy memory.
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