Little Eyes are...Learning
A while ago I wrote about how our children are always watching and, how being a mum who studies, means we have a wonderful opportunity to role model to our children the value of education.
I know there have been times when my kids have said things that have made me think “wow, you must have learnt that from hearing me talk about my research/study.”
It can come back to bite you on the bum though…like when a five-year-old answers you back that it’s actually nearly impossible to PROVE something (no buddy, you are chewing chocolate biscuits, your face is smeared with chocolate biscuits, I think we can say to almost p <.001 you are eating a chocolate biscuit)…
Anyway, Lisa’s son recently found himself in a situation where he drew upon some of what he had heard his Mum learning. Lisa has recently completed her nursing degree and clearly she was not the only one absorbing the course content…Here is part two of Lisa’s story.
So I wonder exactly how much of our study rubs off on our loved ones?
My son showed incredible critical thinking (and maturity) last night in an emergency. I fainted hitting my head on brick wall on the way down losing consciousness.
He tried for Response then Sent for help. He then wrote this note and put it in front of me.
I spoke to him today as moments of the event became clearer. He said that I wasn’t talking when he was asking if I was ok and my eyes were going cross eyed when I opened them.
He checked if I was breathing by putting the back of his hand in front off my mouth and looking at my tummy to see if it moved. He then checked my radial pulse and also put his hand on my chest.
He used the written note to distinguish if it was my hearing or my speaking that had stopped me from answering him.
I can’t believe it he pretty much did DRABCD!
Then he tells me that he tried to move my eyeballs “because Oo oo (my dad) said if you go cross eyed it will stay like that forever and it’s actually true mum so I was trying to make them not like that.” A gold comment to remind us he is only seven!
My flatmate called the ambulance.
My son is a legend.
I furthered my study with the hope that, as a solo mum, I would demonstrate to my son that education would give us a better life.
Well, what can I say?
I have given him more than I ever imagined I would and I couldn’t be prouder of the both of us.
Definitely a better life and I haven’t even got my first pay cheque!