The following information is being borrowed from Dyhan Summers, a psychotherapist here in Delhi, who works with expats – singles, married couples, families and children.
She can be contacted via email at email@example.com.
I wanted to share it with you because – no matter your location – I feel it is one of a parents MOST important jobs, to teach your children compassion. Compassion is not a character trait that can be easily learned once you reach adulthood. It needs to be fostered, grown and encouraged while your children are still molding into what you’d like to see them become ::
Talking With Kids About Poverty
A. Actions speak louder than words
1. Be clear within yourself about your own attitudes, feelings and what action, if any, you want to take regarding poverty in India.
2. Communicate your ideas simply and clearly to your children, i.e. “I don’t want to give money, but maybe we can bring food along next time to give out.”
3. This is no different than discussing any other sensitive issue with your children. It must be age-appropriate and put in a way they can understand.
B. Use real life incidents of street beggars to explore your child’s feelings and thoughts about the poor
1. Elicit a 2 way conversation, don’t ask “yes” or “no” questions. For example, if street children are begging, ask your child what feelings come up for him or her when they see that and offer your own as well
2. You don’t have to have all of the answers, simply raising the issue and giving your child a chance to express his/her feelings is often sufficient
3. Children need to be validated for the feelings they have, it is important to normalize their feelings
C. Handling anger and negative emotions
1. sometimes older children will react with anger, i.e. “that kid is disgusting”. Use this as an opportunity to teach your kids about the causes of poverty
2. always make sure your children understand that though these children might look and act differently from them, they are still human beings like us and are to be respected
3. sometimes making eye contact with a disadvantaged person is an affirmation of their humanity
4 teach your children that is never ok to make fun of disadvantaged children
D. Taking action as a family
1. Children will often want to do something, i.e. “why can’t we bring that little girl home with us?” use this as an opportunity to discuss possibly volunteering together as a family
2. Explain that volunteering can help a great number of children and is a way to ensure that they really get help
3. Discuss possibility of children putting together a package of toys and clothes they no longer use for less fortunate children
Teaching Children Compassion
A. Definition of compassion. The desire to assuage the feelings of suffering in others. It is positive, not pity and is a combination of feeling and action
B. Compassion vs competition; so much of a child’s life revolves around competition in school, sports and video games. Competition stresses “me” and often works against compassion
C. teaching compassion begins at home, communicate the benefits of compassion, how it makes us feel better about ourselves and also helps others
D. be a positive role model for your children. believe and practice compassion as a family with yourself and other family members
E. talk about famous heroes – Mahatma Gandhi, MLK, the Dalai Lama, Nelson Mandela, etc. Read kids appropriate biographies.
F. use stories to bring out compassionate action
SO … what do you DO to teach compassion?
Some of my thoughts on how to easily teach and model compassion.
1. Sign up to make dinner for a new neighbor, or someone who is ill or has just had a baby. Instead of simply signing up and delivering a meal, take an extra step and involve your children. Have them color a note to attach to the meal, or pick a favorite poem or song to write out for the recipient.
2. Talk often about how we can be kind, generous, affectionate and loving to each other. I want for my children to have the “awwww” response when they see an injured animal or a sad friend. I want for them to have empathy and feel the best way is to consistently talk about feelings and how to help others.
3. Sponsor a child, donate to a local (or far away) charity or collect items from your home to drop off at a battered womans shelter, or home for homeless children.
4. Sponsor a collection drive amongst your friends. Instead of gathering simply for coffee and fruit snacks, ask participants to BRING something that can then be gifted to others.
5. Enlist the help of a savings bank like Preschool Money Manager to help children save, spend AND share their money.
6. Visit the Kids Can Make a Difference website for some more amazing and quite simple ideas!
These days, my children seem to be casting off milestones like they were old clothes. First day of school? Check. Learning to read? Absolutely. Climbing trees? Nonstop. The older my children get, the harder it seems for them to have those novel experiences. In their few short years, these are some jaded kids already—they’ve seen so much, tried so many new foods, been so many interesting places.
On a family vacation to the mountains of Asheville, NC, my children were playing in a field near the cabin where we were staying. Suddenly, my son stopped his digging in the sand, stood up straight, and exclaimed, “What is THAT?” I followed his outstretched arm and had to laugh when I saw what had captivated his attention. Standing in the grass near him was a horseshoe pit.
With all the beauty of the mountains at dusk, the twinkling fireflies, and the gently burbling stream in the background what my son just had to investigate was a horseshoe pit. He carefully approached the sandpit and gingerly picked up a horseshoe and whispered, “What is this?” When I told him it was a horseshoe, he very solemnly declared, “This is something new for me. I have never, ever seen a horseshoe before.”
And then it hit me. I’ve overestimated my child. When I think of special “firsts,” I think on a grand scale. I think of flying on an airplane, riding on a fire truck, or dancing in the surf at the beach. For my son, however, every day can be full of brand new events. Seeing a horseshoe in a field was a genuine thrill for my son and one of the first things that he told our neighbor about when we returned home.
As a parent, I spend a lot of time scheduling events for my children. We have playdates with friends, we go out for pastries in the mornings, and we explore new museums. To keep things exciting, we don’t do the “same old thing” all that often. And I’m beginning to realize that it’s not my children’s needs that I am catering to by wanting to do “new and exciting” things all the time, but it is my own need for the novel. My children are quite content looking for the unusual in their everyday life—the butterfly snacking on the flowering vine in the front yard, the blue fire truck in the town next door, or the horseshoe in the grassy field in the mountains.
Even though summer is winding down, there is always time to fly a kite. When I was young, my first kite was a replica of Snoopy. This was one of my favorite gifts from my father. Snoopy lasted for about two weeks until he was caught in a tree.
Last week, I relived my childhood and bought Kai his first kite. When we passed through Point Reyes Station, I picked out a tie dye octopus kite for our flying adventure at the awesome Into the Blue toy store.
Kids and adults have been enamored by kites for centuries all over the world. Believed to have originated in China almost 2,000 years ago, every country has unique kites. In Viet Nam where money is scarce for many families, children make kites out of plastic bags and thin strings. In India, travelers can find Hindu inspired kites at the festival of Gujarat. Here in Berkeley, there is a magnificent festival that welcomes some of the world’s largest kites. There is nothing like looking into the sky and seeing hundreds of kites flying so freely.
Whether you’re big or small, make some time for kite flying in a meadow or beach nearby.
Before flying a kite, you can review the Beaufort Scale to determine wind speed:
I recently posted some homemade popsicle recipes, but here are some more things you can make at home.
Sometimes when we are short on time, and it’s a really, really hot day, we just freeze some fruit in a container. I cut grapes in half and freeze them. I used to eat grapes like these growing up and my son also loves them. We also freeze small watermelon chunks. (Just make sure they are small enough — and you can thaw them out a little before giving them to your kid — to avoid choking hazards).
Another idea is just to freeze some juice. Lately my son has been asking for bing-bing (his short phrase for ice cream) all the time, so we try to think of cold things that are not ice cream. One time we just put a little bit of juice in a cup and put it in the freezer, and then gave it to him with a spoon. It entertained him for a good 15-20 minutes. None of these treats are great in terms of nutrition, since it seems to take longer to eat frozen vs. regular fruit, but it is fun on a hot day.
We’ve also been making a lot of smoothies. Smoothies are easy because you can basically put anything in them, including greens. If your kid is like mine and picks out the teeniest piece of green onion from his noodles, fried rice, etc., then this is a good way to get to green leafy vegetables in his diet. We followed a smoothie recipe that includes apples, bananas, grapes, yogurt and spinach and you can’t really taste the spinach at all! (There are many “green smoothie” recipes online).
But my favorite smoothie of all is papaya milk smoothie, or papaya milk. I drank a lot of this growing up, especially during the summers in Taiwan. It’s a very popular drink, very easy to make at home, and yummy.
1 cut up papaya (cut in half, scoop out seeds with spoon, and scoop out the “meat” inside)
¼ cup sugar water (heat up 1 cup water and sprinkle a generous amount of sugar in it; stir until sugar melts, then cool. You can save the rest for later use.)
1 cup ice
1 cup milk (I use whole milk)
Put everything in a blender and drink right away.
My son and I both like this drink a lot. You can prepare the papaya ahead of time if you want, by scooping out the meat and putting it in a container in the fridge. We buy the papayas in Chinatown or other Asian supermarkets because they are usually cheaper there (and according to the Environmental Working Group, papayas are among the fruits and veggies considered “consistently clean,” or low/lacking in pesticides).
My son doesn’t eat papaya by itself, I think because it has a pretty strong, distinct smell (I used to think it smelled like feet). But with milk and some sugar, it tastes divine. Did anyone else grow up drinking papaya milk? What are some other hot weather recipes?
Daily Tea is always a favorite of ours and Zoe has had at least 2 mix-and-match outfits each season. These somehow always get worn as outfits and so she’s always stylish as long as she’s in her Daily Tea. I’ve decided that this fall Zoe’s non-Daily Tea clothes will have to consist of a lot of neutral bottoms –navy blue leggings, Tea’s Yoshi denim pants, and other choices that can be mixed with most anything. I also plan to look for patterned and solid dresses that can easily mix with the solid leggings. Jackets, sweaters and shoes will definitely have to be neutral as well.
Today our son Jack turns 5! He’s been waiting for this day for at least 9 months. It’s amazing to see how much he’s changed in the past year. Besides the potty jokes and name calling that come with turning 5, he is very compassionate with his 2 year old sister and treats every day like it’s an all day party. He’s very social and adventurous like his dad.
I realized today how much exposure Jack gets to Mexican culture. We live in the San Francisco bay area and Spanish is all around us. We speak English natively at home, but there are deep roots in Mexico and Spain in our family. My father, Jack’s grandfather, grew up in Mexico City and has a Mexican grandmother. His family is mostly from Irish heritage and from California but moved to Mexico to so his father could work with a global engineering firm. I remember the first time I noticed that my dad could speak Spanish. I was 8 and we were in a cab in Puerto Vallarta and he was talking to the cabbie. I was fascinated that my dad could speak in what seemed to be secret code. I vowed to learn it myself someday.
I studied Spanish in high school, lived in Mexico for a summer before college, then minored in Spanish Literature and lived in Barcelona for a year in college. Maybe it was in my genes but I always had an ear for language and could eventually pass for a native speaker. I went on to work for a global manufacturing company in my 20s. I would visit customers and conduct technical training in Spanish in Mexico, Argentina, Costa Rica, and even Brazil.
I often take my Spanish speaking skills for granted. Our nanny, Ana, is from Mexico and prefers to speak Spanish with me. We speak Spanish every day in front of the kids, discussing the day’s plans, etc. Jack often plays with the nanny’s daughter who speaks a combination of English and Spanish. Jack has picked up a lot of Spanish as younger kids do. One of his first words was “jugo” for juice. Some of the kids shows on TV also feature bilingual characters.
I suppose that to a 5 year old Californian, especially a third generation one, it just seem natural that everyone is bilingual. I’ve been impressed with his ability to absorb Spanish and I’m sure he’ll be a fully fluent speaker just like his dad and his grandfather before him. Feliz cumpleanos, Jack!
Here at Tea we love a good cause, and in the spirit of getting ready for back to school, we wanted to highlight an organization that is doing great things to foster little citizens. My New Red Shoes is a non-profit organization that works to provide brand new shoes and clothing to underprivileged kids in the Bay Area, and work with the local community to raise awareness and support for homeless children. Each child gets a new pair of shoes and a $50 gift certificate to go pick out an outfit of their choice from various major clothing retailers. Caron Tabb, the executive director at My New Red Shoes commented on the impact that their program has had on the 2,500 kids that they have helped since the beginning of the program in 2006, saying that the program can help alleviate a world of stress and anxiety that a child feels about going to school because of the clothes they are wearing. When kids feel good about themselves and the clothes and shoes they are wearing, they are free to worry about things like learning, recess, or joining a sports team.
Things are starting to get a little chaotic with the end of summer, the beginning of the school season, and that growing list of to-do’s to get everything taken care of. If you’re looking for a way to introduce your children to community service, looking for a way to stay involved yourself, or want to contribute, then we highly recommend checking out the ways to get involved at My New Red Shoes. They’ve made it really easy to help out, and you can even involve your kids! Gift bags are given to all of the children, and you can get crafty and help personalize them, or support the organization through monetary donations or by participating in one of the many programs that they host. They even have a Teen Advocacy Council where kids can work to help other kids in the community, and inspire change around them.
We love how inspired My New Red Shoes is, and of course support anyone working to foster and cultivate our little citizens. To borrow their own words, “My New Red Shoes has faith in the power of children to change the world; planting the seed of compassion is the first step toward creating community change. Providing the tools to advocate for and generate change is the second.”
When Todd was house-searching for our new home in Delhi, India, there were several things on the list of “would like to have” as he saw flat after flat after flat.
Some sort of space somewhere for the kids to play. Many times over I’d been told “children don’t play outside during the day … only at night when the heat has passed.” Even though we figured they knew what they were talking about, we still felt it was important to have green space nearby.
Todd scored in a serious way, with a small park one block away to our left … and a much larger park to our right. There is even playground!
It looks “normal” right? JUST like in the States, right? And it’s JUST down the street … walking distance. We are in heaven. We had to drive to a playground back home, so this is like amazingly wonderful.
Most days, we find it’s true that children do NOT play outside until much later in the day … close to 6:30 pm or so. We’re troopers though (either that or we’re BORED) and we go at ANY time of the day, heat or no heat.
We take our cold bottled water and a little package of baby wipes (for cooling our brows) and trek out.
We leave our house and all of the guards snap to attention. “Good morning (or afternoon) Madam” they say. We turn the corner and walk past a street cart filled with fruits all displayed just so. We walk past numerous dogs (street dogs … NOT to be petted) and round the corner near the Dominos and Cafe. So far, we seem to be the only non-Indian folks out walking and taking strolls. No matter though, we’re not going to stay “inside” for anything!
We then pass the fresh flowers … dirt cheap and gorgeous, the street cart with icee cones and the man in his normal spot selling baskets … piled high on the back of his bicycle.
It all feels normal to us already.
Guess what else is the same as back home? The smiles. We don’t need to know Hindi, and these kiddos don’t need to know a lick of English.
“Fun” looks the same whether you’re in Suburbia somewhere in Ohio … or in the middle of Delhi, India.
I have felt happy tears well up during our outings at the playground. Watching my kidlets form bonds with these children … who they don’t know and can’t communicate with. Watching them hold hands with children and take turns on the slide.
[Yesterday, there was a group of street children at the playground. They seemed to be taking a break from their long day of begging and were simply getting in some playtime. Out of the 5 that were there, 3 of them were naked … head to toe. Mia sat down next to the baby (I’d guess 8-12 months?) and just looked intently. She didn’t say anything except “Hi baby” and then walked away. Tony also didn’t have anything negative to say about their cloth-less bodies except to ask where their parents were. Fascinating to me to see/hear the way my children are processing all of this.]
[another side note :: I am kind of apprehensive about photo taking. I want to capture dozens of photos, but I want to also respect the subjects of my photos. I haven’t figured out the appropriate way to ask … or to discreetly snap photos. Hoping I figure that out soon, because I want to share the images and sights, sounds and smells with you through my camera.]
Many (most?) people don’t think of the city as a good place to raise kids. My husband Jeff and I do have our sights set for the future on a house with more space than our two-bedroom rental apartment, better schools than the ones available in our neighborhood, and a yard to relax in. But at the moment I cannot imagine a better place to live with our almost-two-year-old daughter Zoe and another baby on the way than the Financial District (recently called the “diaper district” in the New York Times) in New York City.
One of my favorite things about our lifestyle is we never have to get kids into cars. Zoe just climbs into one of her strollers and we’re off. We have at least four amazing playgrounds in our neighborhood and we’re pretty much guaranteed to run into some of our friends at any one of them on any given sunny morning or afternoon. The neighborhood is also hopping with other activities for little ones such as playgroups, classes, indoor playspaces, gyms with childcare, kid-friendly restaurants, toy and baby clothes stores, preschools and free outdoor activities for children in the summer. When Zoe starts pre-school this Fall her school is literally 10 feet from our building.
We also have a great network of friends right in our building. We meet for playgroups or in the building’s playroom or pool on cold or rainy days. We leave our kids with each other when we have to run non-kid friendly errands. What could be more convenient?
When we’re feeling more ambitious there are of course many things going on in other parts of the city –museums, zoos, restaurants, concerts especially for kids, etc.
Of course, there are certain sacrifices that we make to live in the city and as I mentioned, in the long run we’re not sure that the city is the place where we want our kids to grow up. Some days we dream of a yard and the convenience of pulling up to the grocery store in a car rather than hauling groceries home in our stroller or waiting around for delivery. That said, if and when we do make the move to a less urban environment we will miss many of the great aspects of living in the city with small children.
I recently purchased a swimming aid to assist my girls in the water. I had thought about getting them swimming lessons but it has proved difficult since an adult is needed per child. I searched for a swimming aid and after research I settled on the konfidence swim vest. I purchased two and put them to the test at a local outdoor pool. What a sigh of relief. This device gives my girls the freedom of movement in the water so they can learn the proper movements of their arms and legs. It is not a “flotation device” but a tool to aid those learning to swim. Once confidence is built a series of eight interior floats can be removed so the child learns to maintain him or herself afloat in the water.
I will enroll them in lessons once time permits but for the meantime, this vest has given me the peace of mind and enabled me to bring them to the pool alongside all the other children this summer.