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Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Children in Ireland

One of the things that Alan and I are learning about Connor at age 5 is how much talking he likes to do and how distracted he gets. Sure, we noticed how much he talked before. But now with visitors popping in, neighbors chatting on the streets, grownups having long cups of tea or dinners, we're really learning that he can't keep on talking all the time. He's gotta take a backseat for a while and let the grownups chat. And this is how I have come to understand the meaning behind the saying "Children should be seen, not heard."

It's not that children here aren't allowed to be children. People here love children. And all in all, I'd say that parents here don't micromanage their kids. But all that tea has everyone talking to each other. If I run into the neighbors outside, it could be half an hour before we go on our way again. And for that time, children here have learned they must wait it out. Patiently. Quietly.

It's most obvious to me in the little shopping center near our house. Children are in strollers sitting idly in the shops or outside on the sidewalk while their parents talk, talk, talk. Mothers chat over tea in the local cafe while their children (toddlers no less!) sit next to them and occupy themselves quietly. I'm constantly amazed at how the women are never distracted by their children. They never even turn their heads to see what the toddlers are up to. They have no need, really. The children are quietly minding their business. So the girlfriends actually have in-depth, uninterrupted conversations with each other.

In schools here, 4 and 5 year-olds are expected to sit at their desks or tables during their entire day. (They do have recess here, and they are definitely encouraged to run and play.) In Connor's class they don't have circle time or any learning activities which involve standing at the board, or moving about the room. They are told to sit and listen. Sure, it's what Americans would consider old-fashioned, but I see the value in it, too. Children do need to learn how to sit still and be quiet.

It's true that when I'm out and about, I've seen children whine occasionally, "Let'ssss Gooo!!!" but their parents ignore them. It's like they can't hear them. And not just their parents, the other adults they're chatting with are "deaf", too. One time, while talking to our neighbors Connor was particularly anxious to get home. He was (politely) interrupting a lot. So, the neighbor did eventually turn to Connor and say, "Just wait now, we need to talk." That was great. I needed the support, and it worked. Connor was quiet (albeit hiding behind a tree).

On the other hand, I have seen and heard a fair share of temper tantrums. The children aren't all perfect all the time. Whew! That's a relief. Actually, it seems to me that the children here generally have more temper tantrums that the children in Buenos Aires. I remember there that the children were like little grownups. In fact, I remember wondering if children were ever gregarious or precocious in Buenos Aires. They never seemed to be "giving out" to their parents. ("Giving out" is a Dublin phrase for fussiness or complaining.) Hopefully, we'll be going back to Buenos Aires someday so we can do a more thorough comparison. ;)

I think that back in the States, you just don't see this as much. The sheer volume of children out with their parents doesn't happen back home. And we don't see our neighbors as often, do we? We might see them on the street, but how often to we actually stop and chat for a good while? I saw my neighbors all the time, but I saw them as we were coming and going. We'd wave to each other in our cars.

Or we'd plan a time we could get together. Americans are so good for organizing plans. But those chats were always in the house, where the kids could have all their toys to occupy them. Before I left, I wouldn't dare bring Connor out for a lunch date with a girlfriend. (How could I get some peace?) But I think I should have. Connor would have learned how to behave, and I wouldn't be deprived of seeing friends, waiting for a time we'd all have childcare.

Maybe I didn't want to bring Connor out to restaurants because in the States it seems like other people just don't tune out kids very well. I think people get annoyed by children's noises back in the States. Or maybe we expect less of our children. Maybe we say to ourselves, "They're only 2 (or 3, 4, 5...), we can't expect them to sit still and behave." Maybe our teachers think "Learning should be fun" and come up with lessons they think 5 years olds can "handle". And I think there's some truth to all that.

But it's a catch 22, isn't it? If we don't bring our kids out, how are they going to learn they have to be quiet and let the grownups talk? If you don't tell them to sit at their desks and pay attention, when will they learn how? You can't teach proper behavior in a vacuum.

Connor's always polite, saying "Excuse me" every single time he wants to say something. (With him, that's a lot.) But really, he needs to wait sometimes. Grownups come first. And things aren't fun and exciting all the time, are they? Children need to learn how to handle boredom, sit still, and patiently wait. And by so learning, I chance to reap the rewards. These are valuable lessons for both him and me.

This summer, when he's off school, I am going to try and bring Connor along to more places I want to go. Out with friends. Over to my cousin's house (even if she does have two toddlers that Connor doesn't handle very well). On long car drives to cool places in the country we'll all enjoy. Maybe I won't just enroll him in tons of activities to have someone else keep him occupied all the time. Maybe I'll go for it. Old-school style.

Friday, June 10, 2011

Connor Saves a Spider

Alan is always saving spiders. So I was absolutely delighted when Connor went to the outdoor bathroom and came back inside all excited, asking for paper and a cup.

And even though he was nervous and scared, he said he wanted to save the spider "so he could have a happy life."






Ronan--Five Weeks

Ronan transformed this week. He ate and ate and ate, and lo! He grew and grew and grew! :)




Ronan-- 4 weeks



Irish-isms

So, everyday I go out and talk to the other parents outside Connor's school, I wonder: do I use terms we say in the States (stroller, shopping cart, sweater)? Or do I used the words more familiar to everyone here (buggy, trolley-I think that's it, jumper)? Would I been seen as an imposter, someone fake? Or would it appreciated? Most likely, it wouldn't be a big deal either way.

In any case, I have been noticing things people often say around here. And they go something like this...

"Ah, go on." When urging you to have another sandwich, cream cake, or other treat.

"Sorry." Used in place of 'excuse me'.

"That's just it." If someone 'gets' what you're talking about. If she's articulated the heart of the matter, you'd say this to her.

"Bye. (pause) Bye. Bye." All of this is practically a requirement before you hang up the phone.

"Ah, sure, but what can you do?" This seems the typical follow-up after discussing tough times. Usually said by the person having the tough times. (Which, by the way, is a lot of people right now. Ireland has a current unemployment rate of 14%.)

"Good girl (boy)." Said to children when they behave properly. I remember when Alan said this to Connor back home. I thought it sounded exactly like how we talk when we're training dogs! Ah, but now I understand. Everyone here says that, it's commonplace. (To which Alan would say, 'That's just it.') :)



Friday, June 3, 2011

Obama's in Dublin, Part 2

Our hotel room. Alan pointed out: notice the green, orange and white colors on the bed?

The view out our hotel window, towards the stage.

The view looking away from the stage.
This is a good story...coming soon.


American-style eatery for a late-night dinner.



Obama's in Dublin, Part 1

I'm not sure how much coverage there was in the US of Obama's Dublin visit, but it was a huge deal here. There's much to say, but for now, here's some pictures.


(Note the girls' uniforms in the background. These are typical Irish school uniforms for teenagers. They seem to be universally modest in their design, which Alan and I like very much.)

Connor saw these men selling flags and he really wanted on. I thought it was sweet, so I obliged.

My little helper feeding Ronan.


Trying to make our way towards the security checkpoint.
After an hour or so in line, Connor turns to me and says.... (can you guess?)
..."I gotta go potty." :) Of course!! So we managed to get over to the side of the street and go into this restaurant. It was amazing--people were so sweet to let us by.
Here's the view from our seats.


In the end, we didn't have to be in this swarm of people at all. (Which is good because they wouldn't have let us through with the pram (stroller) and our stash of food, anyway.) We had hotel reservations and I was told that we could get there by going around the crowds and down a backstreet alley. Perfect! Those pics coming up in Obama Post 2.

Connor's Outing with Daddy

Alan took Connor down to the beach the other week, and despite getting surprised by a sudden downpour, they had a great time.