I woke this morning after a really good nights sleep (yippeeee), with my legs mostly obeying my command … uhhh… mostly.
After the older girls left, and my DD1 was working on her paper, her daughter, my youngest GD exploring around my living room/kitchen. There is an open counter between the two. I had my dye jars on the counter, with the shower curtain neatly rolled up around it so we could use the counter top for fixing snacks and such. Anyway, she was on the back of the little futon i use as a couch, looking very intently at the dye jars. I saw a little hand start to reach up, so I went and told her to move back. Then I moved the jars and shower curtain to the center of the counter, all the while talking to her about the colors and so forth. No hard scolding, mostly just a warning, and her mom reminded her of the time all the grands came and painted their own yarns.
Anyway, she just kept her gaze on the jars, totally entranced. I stood off to the side, extended my arm and drew little circles in the air with my finger, just trying to get her attention. She didn’t break her gaze at all, or acknowledge me one iota (she doesn’t most of the time anyway). Then I stopped and starting coming back toward the living room. And I’ll be damned but if her little finger didn’t reach up and do the exact same twirly motion! She saw me and processed it in her own time and space.
Then a little later she was lying down on the couch, I sat on the floor with a giant pad of paper, took a crayon in my right hand, and traced around my left hand, and made a goofy little picture of it (eye and mouth on the thumb, and the fingers are like turkey tail feathers… whatever). I put the crayons back, and scooched back a little bit. She crawled down from the couch, picked a crayon in her right hand and traced around her own left hand. There weren’t any words or talking or anything. She watched exactly what I did, and in her own time and space mimicked it exactly. Crayon right hand, trace around left hand. Which (I think) is significant because earlier I had noticed she is left handed, and should have (?) used the left hand to hold the crayon and trace around the right. Very interesting.
I get frustrated sometimes that she isn’t as openly vocal as the other grandkids, and at her age she has plenty of vocabulary to do so. But this was the first time I’d actually gotten opportunity to spend a few hours observing.
Clearly, she has a LOT going on inside her brain. I sense she gets a lot of information through her eyes as much as (or perhaps more than) from her ears. And she spits it back out not by talking but by doing. This is really important for me to know. Most kids learn by modeling behaviors they observe in others, of course, but she seems to be doing this at a different level somehow — sitting back, observing the details, and then when she’s ready she just does it without much hesitation, once she gets it in her head to do it. This is cool.
Since I’m not around the grandkids as often as other people in their lives, I need to know that my time with each of them is not only enjoyable and fun for them, but that we are actually communicating. I need to hear and learn from them as much as they from me, which is why I need to pay attention to how they take in information as well as how they turn it around and express it back outwardly. Fortunately this granddaughter’s dad also likes to draw and is creative in several ways, so she has plenty of creativity genes floating around in her system, and I’m already familiar with that mode of communicating.
Also, this granddaughter is being raised in an environment that is different from the other grands, and it is fascinating to me to see how those environmental differences are shaping the kids in different ways. Thankfully they are all fairly good kids, just different, with different learning styles, communication styles, behaviors, mannerisms, and so forth.
OH! And the whole time the kids were here, until late in the afternoon when they were edging on boredom (Animal Planet to the rescue!), I had a set of 5 classical music CDs playing in the background. No wild rock, no country, just classical music. Für Elise began, and the oldest GD spontaneously identified it correctly as Beethoven. I was impressed, since I don’t think her household listens to classical. But I’m fairly confident having quiet classical music helped to keep the kids from turning into screaming banshees. :-) (Yaaayyy for Smart Grampa!)
Anyway, into the day I go, doing what didn’t get done yesterday. 