Testing out my iPhone mic. A little too loud so vocals came out fuzzy, but overall not too bad. Really need to invest in a good mic though.
I work at a private Preschool and every day, words cannot explain the joy the children bring into my life. However, every now and again, a parent says something that throws me for a loop.
For example, just the other day we had to make phone calls to the parents of the children in our Pre-2s class in order to fill them in on their child’s progress in school. One of our students (let’s call him Ahmed) knows how to say many words, but is extremely reluctant when it comes to saying them out loud. His nanny says that getting him to participate in conversation is like pulling teeth. Even when Ahmed is smiling and completely engaged, we (the preschool staff and I), have noticed this pattern. With Ahmed still being so young, it is still early enough in his development to try and change this habit. There could be variety of reasons as to why he does not speak. He could be shy, scared, unsure, or maybe he just doesn’t feel like it is worth the effort. Even so, let’s be very clear on one thing; his speech is not what is concerning.
When we called Ahmed’s mom to discuss his speech she said has noticed his lack of speech a little, but “wouldn’t really know”. We suggested she and her husband increase the amount of taking during activities that they do with Ahmed. For example, they could try talking to him about his food when sitting down to eat or consider asking him questions when reading a book to him. She responded with “I don’t have time to talk to him”.
“I don’t have time to talk to him”
I do acknowledge the fact that raising a child is expensive, and not spending enough time him or her due to the fact that you are working to support them may be unavoidable. You could suffer from a medical problem, like an injury, that physically prevents you from spending time with your child. Or perhaps there has been a recent family emergencies that is not only occupying your time, but your thoughts as well. My point is these excuses should not become commonplace. They should not be the norm.
Please understand that this is not a jab at parents who use a nanny to help raise their children. I understand the need to use a nanny and that when you have one, he or she happens to spend the most time with your child. My issue is that a nanny, teacher, or a night class at the local university, etc., do not replace that you are THE parent. You need to have an allotted amount of time set aside to spend with your child (or children!) if you plan on becoming a parent.
“You need to have an allotted amount of time set aside to spend with your child”
Let’s do the math for spending time with a child (< 5 years old) for an hour a day. If you and your spouse individually spend an hour with your child per day, that adds up to 2 hours per day. What about 7 days a week. So 2 hours per day with your child for 7 days gives us 14 hours a week. So children under 5 years old you should be given, at the very least, an hour per day of personal time by the parent on a regular basis no matter what else is going on. Period. Obviously, I suggest more.
It is important to note that studies show that helicopter parenting has negative effects on a child. A helicopter parent is someone who takes an overprotective interest in their child’s life, so much so that it borders on excessive. Too much parenting is just as harmful as the other side of the coin. My advice is to try to use your best judgement. Talk to your child. Observe and pay attention your child. I know it can be challenging finding the right balance, but if you do not have time to even SPEAK to your child, clearly we have problem. Therefore, before even having a child take the time to TALK (you have to communicate as well) to your spouse about the commitment you are planning on making. Having a family is a beautiful thing, so please make sure you are ready to do so. And like I said, make sure you set aside quality time to spend with the beautiful little life you and your spouse have just created.
Many were quick to praise Zara for their new “Ungendered” fashion line, but many were also just as quick to criticize it. These critics claim that all clothing is already universal.
They are right.
You, like many, may already consider all clothing Universal. And it is true that you should, and can just wear you want no matter what. So what if traditional gender roles say men can’t wear dresses and women can’t wear suits.
“You, like many, may already consider all clothing Universal.”
But the importance of this new fashion line is that progress is made in making sure everyone is onboard with this idea. On the runway men can be seen sporting dresses, but Jayden Smith still gets questioned on his sexuality for doing the same. Additionally, rarely can a woman be seen in a pantsuit unless it’s for business. Furthermore, in stores rarely do you see clothes marketed towards both men and women. When you do stumble across these occasional garments marketed towards both, you tend to find them labeled under “Unisex”. The problem with this term is that it ignores all of the many labels in-between both sexes themselves and all the people who prefer to not have any label at all.
“On the runway men can be seen sporting dresses, but Jayden Smith still gets questioned on his sexuality for doing the same.”
With all this being said, Zara still has to up their game. Even though their clothing is labeled “Ungendered”, it is baggy and made up of only basics. Most of the clothing is pieces that traditionally are labeled as “Masculine”, but there is no traditionally “Feminine” clothing to be found. This reinforces the idea that its ok for girls to wear boy clothes, but not the other way around.
“Zara still has to up their game.”
Still, this is promising, and with time we may even reach an era where all clothing is labeled “Ungendered” or “Universal”. Till then we can enjoy these little wins and push for more change in the future.
Link to Zara's Ungendered Line http://www.zara.com/us/en/trf/ungendered-c816001.html#product=3370025&viewMode=two
Disclaimer: Lets be clear #blacklivesmatter. This is not an argument on that or trying in anyway to take away from how prevalent this movement is, I am simply sharing my experience of being born in the middle of two races . I hope it will help those who feel stuck between two lives.
“From the day I was born it was clear that the world had no place for mixed children.”
From the day I was born it was clear that the world had no place for mixed children. My mother, a Latina from Puerto Rico, was born with beautiful dark skin. At the hospital when she asked to see her baby the nurse quickly brought her back a newborn child. This child was the only child born with black skin at the hospital that day and she was beautiful…the problem was that this child was not me. Had the nurse checked the ID tag on the babies foot like she was supposed to, she would not have made this mistake. But she had assumed instead black goes with black and I didn’t fit into that picture. My mother couldn’t even escape racism on the day of my birth.
“The problem is that she was not me.”
I was born the color of my father, not light skinned, but white and all that comes with it. Enough white privilege to get the jobs, but ‘tainted’ enough to not get full respect. My parents had always joked that their mixed children would look like the Cosby kids, but that was never the case. People constantly assumed my mother was my nanny….out loud…to her face, causing her to have to correct their mistake. She held her head high because she was, and still is a very prideful woman. Besides, she thought, at least her little girl would never experience racism (discrimination yes, but not racism) and that made her happy.
They did get a little closer to their “Cosby kid” with my brother. He was born with skin I envied even before I knew why. He had three traits that I would alway wish for, but I’d never posses. He was male (which I still believe is as lucky as winning the lottery), he had tan skin, and was a little short of genius.
“He was born with skin I envied even before I knew why.”
My brother was born a preemie and though he would someday pass me, for most of my life we were the same height. Since we were constantly being told that we looked like twins, it was easy to spot someone with deep rooted racism, for they claimed that we looked nothing alike. For some reason they just could not see past the color. Sometimes people would say, I look like my dad and he looks like my mom. They proved again this ingrained belief that black goes with black and white goes with white. My parents would laugh at this because he looks like neither of them and I am the perfect mix of both. But as a child I didn’t laugh. This was hard to hear and all those seemingly innocent comments struck a cord within me.
“Because black goes with black and white goes with white”
Everyone is a little bit racist so I am not claiming that I was not, but I just couldn’t understand how people could think the way that they did. My dolls, my friends, the people I idolized, even my crushes later in life, all came in every shade and race under the sun. To this day I still cringe when I hear someone say, I only like (insert race) boys or girls. I struggled later in life when I would try and get my friends to hang out and they would say that they had “nothing in common”. My black friends would say they had nothing in common with my white friends and vise versa. This frustrated me with the world beyond belief. There was a golden period from middle to high school when everyone merged into one friend group. After high school graduation this fell through again. There were a couple of friends still able to overlap, but for the most part, without me, they would not interact. I foolishly have never stopped trying.
“Nothing in common”
Going away to college turned out to be the hardest because of racial divides. My classmates would constantly comment on how many Asians there were at my school even though the White population was more than double. I ended up being split again between multiple friend groups.
This is the racial breakdown of my school:
0.2% American Indian/Alaskan Native
2.7% Multi-race (not Hispanic/Latino)
0.1% Native Hawaiian/ Pacific Islander
White people at this school saw me as Latina and for some of them, this was their first experience being friends with someone they didn’t consider white. They claimed the one black person they knew as their black friend and used the black emojis because they were “funny” —so oblivious of their privilege it hurt.
Black people at this school had experienced so much racism from growing up with these people, that after freshman year they were too hurt to try even and befriend fellow white students. All 8% of them where always seen together and thanks to their small population, I recognized them all. My friend was on the board for the African Student Association. Every event was filled with culture that I’d never be able to share with my white friends judgement free.
“I ended up being split again”
Now after graduating college, I’m navigating the adult world and seeing so-called grown ups acting worse than kids. As a teacher I take every teachable moment in a conversation with a parent or child to break down racial barriers, but it is so hard when their society keeps undoing all the progress I make with them. Please help by educating yourselves and your children so that we can keep taking steps forward instead of steps back. For those of you mixed babies out there I hope you found that you were able to connect to some of my experiences, and I would love to hear some of yours.