Home made pizza

Our weekly homemade pizza tradition is still going strong. It's everyone favorite day for sure. Do you have a weekly food tradition?  What is it?

A Teaching Reflection

 As some of you may know I have recently embarked on a new endeavour.  I am taking my Early childhood Education program via Algonquin college.  As an assignment I had to write a teacher reflection on an experience that influenced my desire to work with children.  Here it is...

In 1997, I quit my job as a Registered Practical Nurse, and took a leap of faith, into the unknown.   Although, I was not a teacher, I moved across the globe and became an English teacher in Suratthani. This town of 60,000 is situated 12 hours south of Bangkok, Thailand.  It is not what you call, a tourist destination but it is a great little city to live, if you want to immerse yourself in Thai culture.

The only qualification that landed me the job, was a certificate, which I earned over a weekend.   I call it my fast food, TESOL course.   This experience of living in a foreign land, and learning to do something, I had never done before, was enriching.  It changed me, from the inside and out.  I discovered a passion for working with children, the diversity of culture and how to effectively work with others.  Living abroad opened my mind and in essence became my school of life.  

            Mathus, the school itself was a private school, which hosted after school English programs and weekend classes, to children from kindergarten to high school.   I was set to teach 4-6 year olds.  Each class had a name and mine were The Starfish and The Shrimps.

My orientation to Mathus was very short.  It consisted of a day where I was introduced to my students, had a tour of the school, the small resource library and my classroom, which was very basic. It’s white cement walls held a whiteboard, a corkboard, and a shelf with a small boom box.  There were no desks, no chairs, only a clean, laminate floor.   

The teacher’s office was small.  It barely fit the 5 foreign teachers (4 Canadians, 1 American) and their desks.  In Asia people are used to living and working closely together.  As a Canadian who was use to personal and working space, this was as an adjustment.    Not only did we work in a tight space but we were the only 5 foreigners out of 10, living in Surat at the time.   We worked together and were each other’s playmates.   Wherever we went Thai locals approached us to practice their English and to simply fulfill their curiosity, of us foreigners.  We nicknamed our office, the fish bowl, because it had a wall to ceiling window, where Thai adults and children would peer in to have a peek at the “falangs” (foreigners).   This experience taught me much about acceptance and patience of others and cultures.

I was a new teacher, and filling in a brand new position, with brand new students.    There was no curriculum, and from the get go, I had my work cut out for me.   The learning curb was steep. I put my heart and soul into learning how to teach English to Thai children. I spent hours reading books, and searching the Internet and practiced what I learned on my students.  I found a great joy in my students and learning from them.   

  I used the Let’s Go series as a curriculum guideline and followed my student’s lead for further direction.   It became obvious that a good teacher encompasses many qualities; patience, compassion, observation skills and a passion for building upon what was previously learned .  I came to understand that a class structure with interesting delivery was needed to keep my students engaged; otherwise the children ran circles around me, talked over me and basically did not listen.  None of these children spoke English and I did not speak Thai therefore we expressed ourselves with smiles, frowns and hand gestures.  

 The school Thai system teaches their population by rote.  Children sit at desks all day, memorizing text and repeating what the teacher says.  They wear uniforms and girls keep their haircut to shoulder length and the boys shaved at the sides and a little longer on top.  In my Western viewpoint it all seemed very military like.  English class at Mathus was quite different from what they were use to, and they loved it.

Our class structure was fun, opening with circle time, followed by a review, an introduction to new material and games to solidify, and bring everything together.  I had fun creating flashcards and interactive ways where the children could be empowered in their learning.  I discovered the value of phonics and overtime the results started streaming in.  The children, who once only spoke Thai, started speaking some English.  They also started to read.   These accomplishments drove my passion further, and I fell in love with my students, and the process of learning from one another.  

To this day I still remember many of my students, and one especially comes to mind.   Her name was Pang, her dark brown eyes sparkled with defiance and was a discipline problem.  She talked during lessons, hit and bit other children and was a little terror.  I found it difficult to stay patient and learned that teaching brings you deeper into yourself.  You are always having to self-evaluate, and do those things that cultivate patience, and appropriate actions that support your students.  In this time, I started to deepen my yoga and meditation practice, which I found helped foster those qualities that make a good teacher. 

Although, I had a personal yoga practice, Pang continued to be a challenge.  I worked with P’Nong and Pang’s parents to find solutions to help her, be successful in class. We tried the classic time outs, but those only alienated her and confirmed her feelings of being a bad person.  One day, I decided that I was going to bombard her with positive reinforcement, that I was going to build her up with compliments, and encouraging words for positive behavior.  Guess what? It worked.  Pang became a model student and she grew in confidence and thrived.  We became special friends and thanks to Facebook, we are still friends, to this day.   Pang taught me how believing in someone with positive feedback can help someone

My days as an English teacher, in the heat of Thailand, will forever be in my heart.  It is this experience that propelled me forward to leave my nursing career and to open a home daycare.  I am now taking the ECE program with a dream of opening a center that will foster the growth of children and their parents.   I am driven to continue living with a passion for children and their families.   

Junk Treasure

This morning I found an ikea table on the side of the road. It was a perfect table save for marker drawings all over its surface.  We painted the surface with chalk paint and now it's a great outdoor table. I love finding treasures on the side if the road. It's free and helps reduce waste. Woohoo!

India

In 2001, I had the opportunity to travel, northern India.   I have been going through old pictures that were taken with film, the old fashion way.   I was as much of a shutter bug then, as I am now.  Here is a shot taken from the Ganges in Rishikesh with a quote that was in my diary.

"The truth is that there is no journey. 

You are right now what you are attempting to be. 

You are right now where you are attempting to go.  

It is the master who knows this

and thus end the struggle"

-Author Unknown

Seasonal Wreath

Tucked away in my basement was my seasonal wreath.  I found it there the other day and remembered how much joy I had decorating it with the rhythm of the seasons.  Now it's dusted, cleaned and displays the beautiful eggs we dyed in celebration of spring.  The children are so proud of them.   They hang in our kitchen and they really create a festive mood. In May we will decorate it with butterflies.

Revive, Rejuvenate and Rejoice

It's official, spring is here. How wonderful it is to have the longer days of sunlight, to see the snow melt, forming glorious puddles of mud.  How wonderful to see the smiles on peoples faces as the darkness of winter lifts from our dreary souls. The best part of being Canadian is the celebration of the seasons. We are so lucky to experience the full expressions of Mother Nature. 

Enjoy your moments in the sun. 

Festival of Happiness

Ah...what a gratifying feeling. I wish you could all be here to see the smiles that your donations, put on the faces of the Children of playas, Ecuador. 

           Roger with opening words 

We collected your funds, but  the real matriarch of this project was Carmen. She is native to Ecuador and a real beauty of a person.  The first time I saw her walk into the room,  I felt it.  She is one of those people, that lights up a room.  I love conversing with her. Although, I speak but a few words of Spanish and she speaks Spanglish, we seemed to understand each other.  She is a doer, and as Roger puts it, when she does something, she goes all the way. She proved this to be true in her success in organizing this fundraiser.  Being a writer herself, she contacted her colleagues who have written children's books and purchased 100 copies of books with various titles. 

Ecuador authors get very little for their writing efforts.  The publishers give them a certain amount of books to sell and they receive no royalties for books sold in stores. Also, Ecuador is not a reading culture.  Therefore, the fundraiser supported the authors in selling their books and the children in promoting literature and an expansion of their imaginations. 

             Carmen and Roger

The event was held at their B&B. Carmen set up a whole program with a puppet show, Yoga with Annie Bananie, readings from a couple of the authors and an opportunity for the children to read out loud, to fellow listeners.  The money donated by Ecuador's, Canadian friends, was a seed that grew into a beautiful afternoon, with stories, and a journey into the imagination.   The authors read their own words with passion. Although, it was in Spanish and beyond our comprehension, the chuckles and smiles from the crowd, let us know, the pleasure that was being felt. 

    Piedad and Sonia, authors

              A magic carpet ride

On our yoga story, we flew on our magic carpets, to a mountain where we could see the sparkling stars and brought the light into our hearts. In the jungle we made a Forrest of trees and became the lungs of the Earth. Oh, It was pure magic. The children's smiles were priceless.  This is what I truly love, to do. I love to fall into the moment where everything drifts away and I become at one with what I am doing. This came to me, as we moved through our story, our actions sycronised, our imaginations as one. 

             The giving of books

Once the activities had ended, we gave each child, a book and a bag, that contained an apple and a chocolate.  The smiles were contagious. In gratitude, children and parents gave us kisses on the cheek.  I was so filled with good feelings that I had a lump in my throat,  emotion was bubbling over.  So much joy came to playas and it's children on that day, so much goodness was spread. 

Thanks to all that gave.  You extended yourselves to others and your charity made a difference to a small community of children and authors, in southern Ecuador.  Next year, we hope to make our  way to Burma, where we will spread more Canadian goodness.

                 Team Canada 

We are now at the Quito airport, waiting for our long journey home.  I hope you've enjoyed our stories, and hope you keep checking in 😊. Ciao for now and thanks again. It's been great collaborating with you all.

Also, a big thank you, to Carmen and Roger, for all the hard you put in to maker his happen!