Last week I took my nine-year-old daughter to Twilight Wednesday, the Madison Children's Museum's free admission event on the first hump day of each month. Talk about happening. It was like a dry Mardi Gras or Vegas for kids under eight; wild, zany, everyone having a good time. I'm pretty sure some of the little ones running around were whispering "What happens at the Children's Museum stays at the Children's Museum," to each other.
But we weren't just there for a run on the human hamster wheel (much more exhausting than it looks) or a dalliance in the Shadow Room. My daughter and I had specifically come to check out Madison-area artist Kelly Parks Snider's launch of her new picture book, Zilly: A Modern-Day Fable . And we weren't disappointed. Because the book, while more likely targeted to kids younger than my fourth grade daughter, made good on its subtitle promise. It contained a valuable lesson for a 21st century girl on the brink of turning 10.
Zilly, the heroine of the story, is a free-spirited, quirky flyer. I'll be honest, I never really figured out what, exactly, a flyer was, but this didn't seem to bother any of the younger kids in the room. Her best friend is a tutu-wearing goat named Mingle who loves Zilly just the way she is. But when other flyers tease her for being different, Zilly succumbs to peer (flyer?) pressure and signs up for flying lessons for flyers who want to fit it. Unfortunately, no goats are allowed. Along the way, Zilly learns quite a bit about the power of staying true to herself….and to her real friends.
The gorgeous picture book is filled to the brim with whimsical, brightly colored illustrations; they impressively embrace the "fine" part of fine art. But it was the message of Zilly that really resonated with me as the mother of a daughter. An outgrowth of Project Girl -- the award-winning initiative that combines art and media literacy into a unique educational experience for children -- the book shines a direct light on the effect of media messages in our society.
There is no question the media is powerful in sculpting young girls ideas of what they should look like and how they should act. What young girl wouldn't think the latest Barbie she saw advertised on Saturday morning TV could change her life? And what tween could resist the urge to download Bridgit Mendler's new single from iTunes. It is after all, what the artist asked her to do on break during a Good Luck, Charlie marathon. The media's influence is hard to escape. And, to be honest, I'm not even sure my daughter wants to.
But last week, while at the book launch, she got to spend a few minutes thinking about Zilly's words, "I like being me, and I'm exactly the way I am supposed to be."
And I think she feels this way right now.
But maybe we'll keep a copy of Zilly by her bedside in the years to come. Because I want her to remember the lessons of the fable if and when she confronts her own gaggle of "mean girl" flyers in middle school.
And it never hurts to have a little reminder to be nice to the goats in your life.comments powered by Disqus
After sleep patterns, I think the next biggest parenting concern I have and hear about revolves around the topic of food. How can I make sure my kids are eating enough vegetables? Did I pack them a lunch that is healthy enough? What can I feed them after school that doesn't come from a box? How many gripes am I going to get about the dinner I'm about to prepare?
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The recent shift in the weather is just another sign that autumn is fast approaching. That means one of my favorite activities is just around the corner -- apple picking. My husband and I have been picking apples every fall since before our kids were born.
I have a lot of questions about what to put on my eight-month-olds' plates -- and, if I'm honest, a deep and abiding fear of putting the wrong thing there. Did I start them on solid foods at the right time? What's the deal with baby-led weaning -- how much self-feeding should they be doing? At what age should I give them potential allergens like shellfish or nut products?
Lily the potbellied pig arrived at Heartland Farm Sanctuary blind, lethargic and too overweight to walk. The children of Heartland's summer day camp program took it upon themselves to put the curl back in her tail.
Is it just me or does each summer seem to go by quicker than the last? The end of summer is upon us and for many families this means the start of a new school year.
This past week, on the way to the grocery store, my daughter asked what I believed she thought would be a innocuous question, "Mom, when are we going back-to-school shopping?"
Volunteering with the Young Writers Summer Camp this past week really helped me to remember how utterly creative kids can be when encouraged to come up with their own ideas and use their own words.
This past week I gleefully accepted an offer for new job on the UW-Madison campus. My kids are getting are older and I guess I've felt for a while now that it was time to figure out what would be next for me on the professional front.
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"I'm envious, mom," said my twelve-year-old daughter as she hopped in the car after theater camp last week. "All the other kids in my group seem to really like, and to be really good at, singing, dancing and acting. But I think all those things are just okay."
"People are looking to book space here all the time," says Remy Fernández-O'Brien, communications and facilities coordinator for the Lussier Community Education Center, a private, nonprofit community center on Madison's west side. "They want to throw their child's first birthday party here or hold a Girl Scout meeting. We're really busy year-round, but it's especially lively here in the summer."
Last week, in response to the county-wide Sleep Safe, Sleep Well public health campaign that encourages parents to "share the room, not the bed" with their sleeping infants, Isthmus contributor Ruth Conniff penned a lovely opinion piece in defense of bed sharing entitled "Confessions of a Co-Sleeper."
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All during childhood, we calmly tell our kids they don't need to be afraid of the dark, thunder or the monster under the bed. But it's pretty hard to keep your parental cool when your kid is about to embark on the one thing that terrifies you. I knew the problem wasn't really with him. It was with me.
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As soon as the door closed behind him, I poured myself a cup of the coffee he had made and took a moment to let the enormity of what just happened sink in. My son was ready that morning despite my inability to properly set an alarm clock. My kid was ready that morning without nudging, cajoling, or reminding. He was ready, even when I wasn't.