Friday, March 28, 2014

Passion Post Card

"The passion I had when I started is just as great as it ever was. Maybe, greater because I've seen the wonderful impact that using, what I call, an anti-bias approach has not just had on the children, but on the teachers who have to kind of figure out who they are and understand themselves and uncover their own discomforts and misinformation.  So, I see adults finding their voice as a result of doing this work.  It's like they reclaim and heal...So, the passion to create a safe, more just world for all kids is there."  
Louise Derman-Sparks
Professor Emeritus
Pacific Oak College, CA

Resource:
Walden University Course Media: "The Passion for Early Childhood"

Thursday, March 27, 2014

Begging for change...

On our way, we spot a woman by the side of the road.  She's wearing second-hand clothing, looks tired and stressed like she might be homeless and starving.  Do you recognize her?  She's a preschool teacher!  And, yes... she's begging for change both literally and figuratively.  Do you want to know why?

Despite the fact that she spends 50 hours a week being responsible for the care, well-being and early education of our children, our most precious natural resource, she is unable to earn a living-wage or receive quality health care compensation.  Marcy Whitebook, Ph.D.  addressed the issue in The National Child Care Staffing Study 1988-1997 entitled, "Worthy Work, Unlivable Wages."  Dr. Whitebook states, "The cornerstone of childcare that promotes healthy development is the presence of sensitive, consistent, well-trained and well-compensated caregivers" (Whitebook, Howes & Phillips (1998) p. 1).  Any one committed to doing this type of work is not in it for the money, but, unfortunately, love and smiles don't pay the rent.  I've used a woman here for sake of example, and although there are dedicated men in the EC field, many are not willing to even consider it as a career because of low wage standards.  Dr. Whitebook goes on to explain, "Real wages for most child care teaching staff have remained stagnant for over the past decade.  Teachers at the lowest-paid level earn an average of $7.50 per hour or $13,125 per year" (Whitebook, Howes & Phillips (1998) p.8).  What this means is that we lose many great teachers in our classrooms as they seek higher wages elsewhere leading to lower quality child care, high teacher turn-over rates, more undereducated employees, and more safety issues with low staffing.  What's really scary is that this study was done twenty years ago and little to nothing has changed or improved.  My last preschool job in 2012 started me at $7.50 per hour with the promise of $9.00 after three months.  Some centers are taking matters into their own hands.  For example, a private parent-cooperative preschool in Santa Fe agreed to pay their teachers the same wage as a public Kindergarten teacher.  They recognized the importance of supporting the people caring for their children each week and the higher quality of care they received in return.  However, this is an isolated case.  Even President Clinton observed in the White House Conference on Child Care in October 1997, "Child care workers on the whole are better educated than the American workforce, but lower paid.  We keep saying that we want these people to get more education and more training, and yet a lot of them are quite well educated and working for ridiculously limited wages...I think we ought to find ways that every community and every state can honor outstanding child care workers in the same ways that we honor teachers today, or scientists" (Whitebook, Howes & Phillips (1998) p.23).  Hopefully we can count on other leaders to address this major issue in American society.  There is more knowledge gained in the first four years of life than the first four years of college; why then are preschool teachers not valued in the same way?  In conclusion, Dr. Whitebook states, "The cost to society of negative outcomes for children is many times the cost of paying the appropriate teaching staff compensation that is so essential to providing quality child care.   Ignoring this lesson can only continue to place young children's futures at risk" (Whitebook, Howes, & Philips (1998) p.23).

So, what are your thoughts?  Are you going to stop and help that woman on the side of the road?  Are your children worth it?  Is the future of our society worth it?

For more in depth understanding, please refer to the full article.


References:

Whitebook, Marcy; Howes, Carollee; Phillips, Deborah.  (1998).  Worthy Work, Unlivable Wages: The National Child Care Staffing Study, 1988-1997.  1-25.  Center for the Child Care Workforce.
Retrieved from http://files.eric.ed.gov/fulltext/ED419614.pdf

Friday, March 21, 2014

My Personal Childhood Web

My family.

A childhood web recognizes the most important component in any child's life...relationships.  Our primary relationships in early childhood impact who we are and shape our lives in many ways.  This is an exploration of my personal childhood web,  and how the people closest to me have influenced the child I was as well as the person that I am today.  I feel very fortunate to have been born into such a loving and caring family.

My mother, Cindy: 
  My mother has had such a powerful impact on my life that it's hard to put it all into words.  When I was young, she was a stay-at-home mom caring for me and other small children in the home for extra income.   As the baby of the family, I enjoyed being her helper and was often praised for doing so.  With her as my primary role model, it's no coincidence that I became a preschool teacher.  She was always kind and loving, but not the type to hover or dote.   What I remember most about her during my early childhood was that she was always "doing"...crafting, cooking, gardening, cleaning, sewing as well as a myriad of other tasks.  What is so special looking back is that she not only modeled these important life skills, but always made time for me and included me in these activities and/or shared her "real-life" materials and tools for my own imaginary play.  If I needed curtains for my fort, she asked few questions, gave me supplies, and sent me off.  If I was pretending to shop, she gave me her old checkbook and a pen.  If I wanted to enter a pie contest, she helped me make it extra special.  If I wanted to go explore the woods behind my house with a neighbor, she inspected my clothing, warned me about snakes, and told me to come home when I heard her whistle.  What she did in all of these scenarios was allow me the freedom to BE a kid without being constantly managed.  In many ways this gave the the courage and confidence I needed to fully explore the world as an adult.  The heroism I see in her did not come from any one specific event (although I can name a few that are worthy), rather it came from her everyday, continual and constant, loving presence, support and commitment to our family.  I'm truly grateful and treasure my early childhood memories with her.

My father, Walt:
 My father has been a wonderful influence on my life.  He's a gentle, kind, patient and fair man with an inner strength and confident nature.  He always made me feel loved, safe, and secure.  I was certainly daddy's girl, but he accepted me for who I was and enjoyed my tom-boy personality.  He taught me a love and appreciation for nature and the outdoors that I am so grateful to have ingrained in me as an adult.  He often had me accompany him on hunting and fishing excursions where we would spend hours quietly exploring and observing animal tracks, plants and trees, rocks and so forth.  Only as an adult did I realize that "The Old Indian" (as we often call him) was modeling invaluable life/survival and spiritual skills to me.  He was also a handy-man who seemed be able to fix or build anything.  He, too, freely shared his tools and supplies for my own adventures.  When he realized I had used all his scrap wood to build a fort in a tree six feet off the ground, he didn't criticize.  He simply helped me  reinforce it to make it safer and reminded me not to wear a skirt. He not only supported me in the sports I wanted to play, but took the time to be my coach.  Although he was very busy in my early childhood starting his own business, he always found time to make me feel special.  I could always come to him with anything, and never felt like a bother... even when I interrupted his task to tie a hook on a string for me to go crawdad fishing and the barb got stuck in his thumb.  I watched him pull it out himself without a single tear or cross word taking care not to make me feel like it was my fault.  That day and every day in my life, he's been my hero.   I feel very lucky to have had such a special man to call my dad.  

My sister, Terri:
Terri is my half-sister from my mother's first marriage although she's always just been my big sis.  She's eight years older than I and has been a powerful influence in my life.  Her personality has always been kind, careful and caring.  Although I'm sure I was often an annoying pest to her, she never made me feel that way.  Her patience with me was saintly.  I remember her singing, playing the piano, and sharing her love for music with me (by never getting mad when I listened to her records).  She took an active interest in me and did her best to even include me in her school or church activities like small extra parts in a musical she was in.  She always took the time to truly compliment, encourage me or go out of her way to make me feel special (even just by braiding my hair).  I've honestly felt her love and support every day of my life; she's my biggest cheerleader to this day.  I'm so thankful to have her as my sister.

My sister, Meloney:
Mel is my half-sister from my father's first marriage.  She's seven years older and only got to visit every other weekend.  Although she didn't live with me, there's nothing that makes us any less than full sisters at heart.  Her personality has always been confident, outgoing, and adventurous.  She was always excited to see me and never hesitated to show her love.  She taught me how to just "Go for it!", which I'm sure caused a lot of gasps from our parents at the time, but today is the attitude that helps boost my confidence when I need it.  She's always been a star in my world, and I'm so grateful to still have her special influence in my life today. 

My foster brother, Johnny:
He would probably be very surprised to find me writing about him, but he did have a powerful impact on my life.  Johnny was a boy about ten years older that my parents wanted to adopt.  His parents, however, would not allow the adoption, so he became my foster brother for about 4 years.  He would be allowed to leave the orphanage to spend summers and holidays with us.  I was about two when Johnny first arrived, and I loved having him as part of our family.  He showered me with love and attention by teasing, tickling and playing games with me.  He took the time to write me letters and keep us all included in his life and interests as best he could.  I felt very special in his eyes and in many ways wonder if he was not my first childhood love. (Note to self:  See your therapist!)   My parents taught us to value Johnny as a member of our family, but to understand he didn't always know how to abide by our rules.  He was a troubled child, and his family situation was not as fortunate as mine.  The whole scenario taught me compassion and acceptance.  Unfortunately, part of that acceptance meant that he would come and go in my life and eventually, never return.  I suppose I'm including him here to extend my thanks and honor his special role in my life.  I still love and wish him well.  

My grandparents:
Both sets of grandparents in my life had an active role in my childhood.  They were all the keepers of traditions, history and special family recipes.  However, I spent most of my time with my Nannie and Papa, my maternal grandparents.  I would spend many of my weekends with them.  My Papa was a jokester and loved to tease and make me laugh.  He would let me come to the golf course with him, drive his cart, and then take me to have Shirley Temples with him in the clubhouse.  Nannie was the sweetest, kindest, most loving woman--simply my favorite person.  Every Friday night, she would take me to eat at my favorite restaurant, Taco Tico,  to get a candy and comic book from 7-11, and then home to play checkers or cards.  Although I had lost them both by the age of eight, I truly treasure the time I did have with them in my life.  They both made me feel so very special to them and never hesitated to show their love.  They were integral to the joy, security, magic and wonder I came to know as a young child.  I recently found a hand-written note from my Nannie that simple reads, "Have a wonderful day, and take care of yourself."  It's now on my fridge and one of my most prized possessions.  There's not a day that goes by that I don't miss them.

There are so many others like my next door neighbor Cathy and her family, my best friend Casie, my Kindergarten teacher and Sunday school teacher.  The list goes on and on.  As I look back and reflect, I realize just how lucky I was to be born into this family, at this time, and in this space in the world.  From the bottom of my heart, thanks to all that have helped me to grow and shaped me into the person I am today.  You all continue to inspire and influence me.  Although I do not have children of my own, I've taken a care-giver role in dozens of children's lives to date.  In gratitude to all that influenced me, may I carry your loving spirits and blessings to all the interactions I have with young children today.  May I always remember that I, too, may have a lasting impact on their lives with my spirit and the opportunity to celebrate how special they are by getting to know them... and their families.

  

Saturday, March 15, 2014

Calling all guides...


"And what is the use of a book," thought Alice, "without pictures or conversation?"
--Lewis Carroll




Just in case you hadn't noticed...Lewis Carroll will for now and always be one of my favorite guides to the magical world of Early Childhood...and adulthood too, for that matter!!

How do we get there?

"Begin at the beginning," the king said, very gravely, "and go on till you come to the end:  then stop."
                                                                                            --Lewis Carroll



I can honestly say that my career in Early Childhood began in...early childhood.  At about the age of 7 or 8, I realized that I could get out of going to "Big" church if I volunteered to help out in the nursery.  I loved spending time playing and caring for all the babies.  Soon, my interests expanded as I watched them grow from week to week.  I began spending more time in the toddler room and was fascinated to see how they played, spoke, and interacted with each other.  Looking back, I suppose this is where my calling began.  By the age of 14, I was given the role of teacher paid only in love and kisses, but it was my first real job.  By 16, I was a paid employee of the church and became a favored babysitter among many families.  I was even trusted enough to give full time care to 3 small children while their parents were out of town for a week.  (I think I did a pretty good job, though I'm not sure their jacuzzi tub ever recovered from the dish soap the kids talked me into using.  Honestly--I've never seen so many bubbles!)  I continued working with children any chance I could get including vacation bible schools, summer jobs in local preschools, and babysitting in many different households.  It all came very naturally to me; kids are my favorite people.  In college, I worked as a preschool teacher, babysitter, and soon after, took my first nanny job.  However, It wasn't until I was in my thirties that I realized Early Childhood was to be my career...and I was already in the middle of it!  I suppose it's a testament to following your passion.  A calling never seems like work!!  I began working and studying more alternative educational philosophies like Montessori, Waldorf, and Constructivist.  I also began working with families of diverse cultures through a French International School and soon began traveling the world seeking teaching opportunities in Australia, Guatemala, France, Czech Republic and Japan.  The picture of me seen above was taken while living in Santa Fe, New Mexico where I was engaged in a Parent Cooperative Preschool/Community Center and seeking to deepen my understanding of Native American Cultures and Head Start Programs on the reservations.  Today, I'm more committed than ever to continue exploring the wonders of early childhood and all it's marvels through this blog and my Master's in Early Childhood program.   I hope you will join me and share your stories on the endless and exciting road to Wonderland!

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Where in the world...?


"Where in the world am I?  Ah, that's a great puzzle."  --Lewis Carroll



This is the Wonderland of my childhood.  As a young girl, I was given the freedom to seek out magical places in nature for introspection, imagination and self-discovery.  The Piney Woods of East Texas and the Quachita Mountains of Arkansas provided ample opportunities to lose myself in adventure.  
Where in the world is your Wonderland?

Friday, March 7, 2014

Welcome

Hello All,
I'm excited to start my adventures in blogging.  I hope you will join me on an exploratory journey in which all roads lead to the heart of Early Childhood.  Roadmaps to Wonderland is intended to be an open forum for teachers, students, parents, and community members of our worldwide village to share their unique ideas and perspectives.  Respectfully, together we will find our way.

“The road of life twists and turns and no two directions are ever the same. Yet our lessons come from the journey, not the destination.” 
Don Williams, Jr. 

Happy travels!!