Mommy’s Coming

New words keep popping like popcorn. Yes, every thing and every experience has a name; ball, eat, sit, run. Carly Elizabeth, just now two years young, which is still pretty new, mastered walking upright, an astonishing feat of balance and mobility, over twelve months ago. Now she is tackling the most complex and abstract capacity in the known universe, expressing and exploring meaning with symbols, metaphors and imagination. Not only is she naming, Carly is connecting name-symbols into metaphoric phrases; ‘mommy’s coming.’ The word ‘coming’ is extremely complex; on her way, will be here soon, implying time, the future. OMG! The concept that something is going to happen is enormous. Like a Tsunami the landscape of the mind changes and with such ease, such complete playful attention that never seems to stop. We and she seem to take this amazing capacity for granted, nodding and repeating after her, ‘yes, mommy is coming,’ and it’s off to the next miracle.

Watching with Wonder - Carly at Two

At 4:15 PM July 29, 2014 Carly Elizabeth took her first breath. Today, July 29, 2016, twenty-four very short months later I routinely chase her around the bed saying; “You can’t do that! It’s time for your bath.” While she replies, giggling; “No way…”

Is it simply that I am paying more attention? Is it that I have, like an investigative journalist, been chasing what it is that makes us fully human? Is it the experience of having fathered two wonderful and wonderfully different boys’ now grown mature men? The truth is, I’m still head-over-heels amazed at what Carly accomplishes daily, and I have been for the past two years. I share that special wonder Bev Bos described having cared for young children for forty years and mentoring over 6,000 early childhood education workshops.

“The longer I do this the closer to tears I am when I watch children. I can feel that rush. My eyes well up experiencing that freshness, the aliveness, the spirit of children. What I didn’t understand when I first started working with children was how exceedingly interesting every day was going to be. There’s a spirit inside every child and every day it seems to change because they’re interested in new and different things and this has kept me so fully alive. There have been Masters before us; Piaget, Montessori, people who really, really liked children as much as I do. I don’t think you can stay fully alive unless you’re with children. It keeps me grounded.”

Amen!

Themes: 
emotional state
language development

Who Are We Really?

If there is a common cause for our individual, social- cultural and global pathologies it is simply that we are not who we think we are. A wise Tibetan close to the Dalai Lama noted: ‘egos exploiting egos is the source of all our problems.’

We hear a lot about egos and egotism but I challenge anyone to actually identify and find his or her ego. You can’t. It is not an entity independent from our imagination. What we think of as our ego exists only as our personal virtual reality and yet it is the source of all our problems; very strange, indeed.

Themes: 
self image

True Intelligence

Like water pouring over Niagara Falls neurons connect as capacities unfold at astonishing speed. This is simply what Carly Elizabeth, and every new human being, is, exploding growth and change. We tend to relate intelligence with what is known. People who know a lot are considered intelligent. Dr. Frankenstein, the true monster in Shelly’s tale, knew a lot but what he knew could hardly be called intelligent. How many Frankensteins do you know? You may be one yourself.

Themes: 
intelligence
language development

Child of the Dream

With all my chattering about how attentive Carly is, and she is, at the same time Carly is often eyes-wide-open-vacant, dreamy. Sitting at her buffet this lovely morning there it was - the stare. Bread and egg in her hand, Carly was off in another dimension. I had to bring her back with a direct look and smile. She giggled.

Themes: 
brain
brain development
parenting

What I learned from Carly today


Carly Elizabeth was no longer an infant, or even a toddler in my eyes, even though technically ‘toddler,’ meaning to walk unsteady, bridges all the way to age three and Carly is now just racing up to two years young. It is hard to put a finger on what changed exactly, but it did. I am amazed how sensitive, alert, perceptive and even sophisticated she is. I’ve never heard the term sophisticated used to describe a two year old. Who’s not paying attention?

Themes: 
brain development
attention

Lighthearted Seriousness

What if the way we treat our child is the way our child will treat the world? And what if you and I are not all that different from other parents so our child is like theirs and that is the way the world will be?

Around the 12th to 14th c. B.C. Hermes Trismegistus proclaimed, as above so below. That which is above is the same as that which is below. “Macrocosmos is the same as microcosmos. The universe is the same as God, God is the same as man, man is the same as the cell, the cell is the same as the atom, the atom is the same as... and so on, ad infinitum." Human behavior is fractal by nature. A fractal is a pattern that repeats at every scale. We create the future by the way we behave now. Wow! Each of us is responsible for the way humanity is and will be. Everything we do matters and Carly Elizabeth doesn’t miss a stich.

Themes: 
fathers
culture
parenting

Transcending Personal Death

The ‘mists are rising’ is a phrase that describes the transition from a quality of consciousness/awareness that is embodied to a dimension that is not in or of the body. From a body perspective we call this transition death, and it is. The body comes to an end. From a consciousness/awareness perspective this transition may be similar to what unfolds between life in utero and the infinitely vaster planet earth that unfolds at child birth. The nature and quality of consciousness/awareness that served in utero ends and something completely different opens, perfectly suited to the emerging new realm. Reality changes.

Themes: 
joseph chilton pearce

Quiet or Scattered

Traveling with Carly Elizabeth, 22 months today, has been a rich adventure for her and for me. Neither she nor I speak the language. People all around are talking about all sorts of things but what she and I mostly get is energy, hints of emotional context, but very little content. This creates a very unusual vantage point, at least for me. I get to experience, more or less, what Carly is experiencing, and the best word I can think of is energy. Suddenly all the people and things we encounter are big or little, intense or calm, loud or soft tornados of swirling energy, bumping into the other and changing as they react to these collisions.

Themes: 
attention
ADHD
storytelling
media

What’s In A Name?

Because the unnatural “routine” hospital birth of our first son was so devastating, the home birth of my second son ten years later was a tipping point. My real education began when I graduated from college and discovered I really did not know much about anything. Then came the insight that information isn’t intelligence. Thought and intellect are not wisdom. The monster in Shelly’s novel was the mad scientist Dr. Frankenstein, not the tragic creature he created. Compulsory schooling is mostly conditioning and conformity training not real learning which the safe, bonded, unfrightened body and brain does naturally, with complete attention and passionately lifelong. I discovered that patriotism is both a false identity and an act of violence. Health is the absence of dis-ease, something the pharmaceutical cartels can’t patent or profit from. I began to grasp what a miracle it is to be gifted this human experience, the Mt Everest of evolution’s billions of years of trial and error. The false hopes and false fears that sustain society, culture and my personal identity were dissolving. Whoops! If not ‘that,’ then what?

Themes: 
parenting
language development

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