We are a "words," not a "numbers," family, I've often said. My kids' favorite subjects in school have always been language arts, history and foreign language -- the stuff humanities vs. engineering degrees are made of.
Sure, they liked Legos when they were little, but I don't think my children ever used them to build a house, fashion a robot or erect a skyscraper. No, they wanted Legos for every birthday and holiday in order to collect the "little guys" (especially the Star Wars "little guys") that came with every set. The rest of the thousands of building bricks we amassed still sit in a bin in the back of the basement.
This lack of interest in formulas and functions never bothered me much with my male offspring. I think I always took a certain secret pride in the fact that I was raising boys who liked theater, mythology and films from the golden age of Hollywood. Maybe, I hoped, they were helping to break the "boys like math, girls like reading and the arts" elementary school stereotype.
Unfortunately though, I might very well be as bad as former Harvard president Lawrence Summers -- or Mattel's 1992 marketing fiasco "Teen Talk" Barbie -- when it comes to raising my daughter.
She suffers, you see, from math anxiety and I'm partly to blame. I've allowed her over the years, without correction, to claim that she's bad at math. In attempts to make her feel better, I've even shared my own horror stories of being demoted from the top fractions group in sixth grade. And nearly failing pre-calc my freshman year of college.
My daughter actually does just fine in math, but I've never once discussed with her the kinds of careers that strong computational skills allow for. She wants to be a writer or an artist -- all good, of course. But at the same time, it's a little embarrassing that she still thinks engineers only drive trains. And that going into banking means giving out lollipops to kids in the backseat of cars when their parents come through the drive-though.
But last week's Isthmus article on the lack of women in academia working on information technology really made me think. My daughter has left her Barbies, Teen Talk and otherwise, behind long ago. And now she spends just about all of her free time playing on my laptop. Isn't it high time then, she learns how to program one?
So, I guess I'll look into the scratch programming class likely to be offered by the Madison Children's Museum this coming spring. Hopefully, if all goes well, by the time she graduates from high school she will know that Python isn't just a type of snake. And that Java is more than an Indonesian island...or a flavor of Frappuccino.
And while my daughter may be a little bit too old for them now, Goldieblox, a female-targeted construction toy along the likes of Legos, Tinker Toys, and Lincoln Logs, seems like pure genius. I felt inspired and hopeful last week watching the company's latest You Tube video, which showcases the ingenuity of pint-sized tutu-clad actresses wielding hammers to the tune of Queen's power ballad "We are the Champions."
Because while I certainly don't berate a girl of any age for wanting to grow up to be royalty, there is no question that all potential "princesses", including my daughter, should know how to forge her own crown.
Our society needs to get creative about figuring out how to attract more girls to math, science and technology related fields. Necessity, after all, is the mother of invention. And who knows. Perhaps someday I'll be the mother of an inventor.comments powered by Disqus
I'm having trouble enjoying the season, because I can't keep myself from thinking about the miserable weather that's sure to be following close on the heels of the crisp, pleasant fall we've been having. I am not at all emotionally prepared to be the parent of two toddlers during a Wisconsin winter.
I've always been a supporter of companies that empower women and girls, and when the creator of such a company is a fellow Wisconsinite, I get even more excited. When Melissa Wardy of Janesville got fed up with stereotypes found in clothing for girls, she started her own company.
Do you have a little reader or an aspiring teenaged writer in your house? If so, you may want to venture to the Wisconsin Book Festival this weekend, to whet their appetite for wonderful words as well as your own.
When I was pregnant with my daughter, my husband and I had two names picked out. Upon her arrival we had not yet come to a conclusion on what that name would be. Everyone told us that when we saw her we would just know. We didn't.
At age 10 months, my kids have seen the zoo a lot already. I was a zoology major in college, and I have something of a zoo addiction still, so the twins (and their dad) are more or less condemned to a future rife with zoo visits.
Home-schooling can be a lonely proposition. Even as a college professor, Juliana Hunt remembers struggling to find support to home-school her now-grown daughter. "I was always hoping to find like-minded people who were in the same position as me," she says. "I know that children learn best through a give-and-take, question-and-answer process of teaching and learning, but where do you find mentors who can make that happen?"
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?
As far as places to embark on Baby's First Air Travel go, Dane County Regional Airport is a pretty sound choice, especially at 6 p.m. on a Saturday night. My biggest fear was that my nine-month-old son would start screaming in the airport; my second biggest fear was that my son would start screaming and some of my former Epic colleagues would be around to hear it.
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.
"Kids spend so much time in and around school, it's the only place where some have a chance to develop an appreciation for a healthy lifestyle," says Katie Hensel, founder and executive director of Tri 4 Schools.
"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."
As much as I'd like to believe there is latent genius in my daughter's early finger paintings, I'm pretty sure her works are not distinguishable from those created by the pointer fingers and pinkies of thousands of other children from across the world.