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Your primary task as travel guide is to help focus your child on the here-and-now. As we all know, the world is a pretty sensorily complex place. By helping your child know where to look, what to listen to, how it smells, how it tastes, what to touch, you help her acquire information to store for future use. Better yet, you help her have a great "today" experience.
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What we did and talked about was certainly not extraordinary. Here's a little of what we talked about.
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At the risk of oversimplification, we've come up with some guiding principles that can help you acquire your role of travel guide. Here they are:
About five years ago (when I was pregnant with the twins), I took a guided tour of a Picasso show . Because I adore Picasso and know a little about him, I thought I'd take a tour with a guide so I could learn more. I took a tour that no human being (pregnant or not) needs to take. The tour began with an incredibly long explanation of Picasso's life and loves. I was eager to view the paintings and to hear about them, but instead our guide rambled on and on about where Picasso lived and what he ate and how obnoxious he had been to his girlfriends, but never connecting the information to the paintings. She seemed very interested in all these facts, undoubtedly she knew the connections between the paintings and his life, but she neglected to verbalize what was in her head.
Variations of the Tourist Role
Ocassionally we find that, after a particularly successful time of being tourist, a child wants to be more active than he or she feels that the tourist role allows. For that child or for a child who likes more of a challenge, we suggest that you help your child be detective in response to your tour guide.
In the Fall of 1995, we built a family room where the side porch stood. We decided that we wanted to take a photographic record of how the porch disappeared, how the outside of the house became the inside wall, how the children looked as the frame was constructed and the walls and then the door appeared, and finally how the room looked when the carpeting was installed. Finally, as we planted our dogwood tree, we wanted the children to be photographed in front of it, because both they and the tree would change over time.
I always tell Allegra, when she describes missing me, that I am with her in her heart. But, in fact, I think I am in actuality in her mind's eye and in her mind's ear. She tells me that when she feels like she can't remember how to make the letter "A" she seems my hand writing that letter in space. Also, when she feels worried in Kindermusik class that she won't remember the steps to her movement pattern, she tries hard to remember how we talked through it. She says she actually hears my voice, talking.