My little girl is the first grandchild on both sides of the family, and it certainly shows with the abundance of gifts she has received. So when my mother asked me what she might ‘need’ this past Christmas, I had trouble coming up with anything specific. I told her that I would think about it. What could a child, who has plenty, possibly need? Finally, the thought came to me; my little one could use something educational. She had just turned two and was just beginning to structure words into sentences. Maybe we could begin to slowly introduce her to a second language. That was when I came across Muzzy, a BBC series of cartoons designed to introduce children to a new language of choice.
I was not sure what to expect as my little one received her gift and immediately asked to watch it onscreen. I certainly had reservations about the idea of a toddler learning a second language. Would she actually enjoy the program? Would the cartoon be remotely entertaining? Would I be able to follow along as well? When the DVD began and Muzzy, a large, fuzzy green creature with a deep voice began speaking, I was pleasantly surprised to find that my daughter was quite engaged in the cartoon. I found it amusing that her favorite character is not the king, queen or princess, but a furry green thing that enjoys eating clocks and parking meters. She thought this creature was the most hilarious thing and now insists on watching him daily!
Although my little one thoroughly enjoyed the DVDs, I certainly still had reservations about a toddler learning a second language. How soon would she catch on? Well, I am pleased to say that my little one, without any prodding, randomly counted to five in French last week. I was so shocked that I asked her to repeat it, and she did! With a master’s in education, I was well aware of the malleability of a child’s brain, but to see it actively apparent in your own child is a completely different experience and well worth the effort. The DVD’s also come with a parent’s booklet that translates the DVD’s dialogue for moms and dads so we are able to guide our children through this remarkable learning process. Merci beaucoup BBC!
In Masaru Emoto’s book the Hidden Messages in Water, there are fascinating photographs of ice crystals that have been “charged” with different messages. Emoto wrapped a piece of paper with worlds typed on it around bottles of water. When the water was frozen very different types of ice crystals formed depending on whether the words were love, you fool, angel, you make me sick, etc…I look at his work as a way of documenting the effects of blessings or curses.
When I discovered that some of my son’s Tea shirts have translated Japanese calligraphy on them, I decided I was blessing him when I slipped these over his head. “Bravery,” “Swift as water,” and “Strength to persevere” are the ones that we have now. I so appreciate positive messages that I come across in my daily life. And it is even more important to bring positive attributes to the attention of our children. This is just another reason I appreciate Tea.
As a mother I think a lot about the world we are leaving for our children. As someone who loves to learn, I’ve been reading a lot about the current status of the environment. It saddens me to consider the reality that the world is getting “Hot, Flat, and Crowded,” to borrow words from Thomas Friedman. But my heart sings at the energy and ingenuity that is going into saving our planet. Smart people everywhere are thinking critically about what we can do. There are big movements toward shifting the way we generate and consume power in this country and around the world, and so many small efforts toward the good.
As a leader at Tea, I embraced the challenge of Earth Day to remind us that we can do more to reduce and off-set our company’s carbon footprint. As an organization we chose to partner with our community of customers and friends to raise money to plant trees around the world towards that end. Carbonfund.org makes it easy for companies like Tea, and people everywhere, to make a difference. On Earth Day we will donate 20% of our website sales to global reforestation projects through carbonfund.org.
We also invite our customers to make a year-round commitment with us to fight global warming. We’ve created a SKU that can be added to any shopping cart for a donation to carbonfund.org. Tea will match dollar-for-dollar any contribution made by our customers. As I watched our incredibly talented graphic design team put together our Earth Day message for our customers this afternoon, I felt proud and happy to be on this team. Join us in planting trees around the world. We can make a difference one beautiful tree at a time. Yes we can!
People tend to have strong opinions about whether or not it’s okay for kids who are being raised as Jews to celebrate holidays such as Easter and Christmas. For many, not celebrating these holidays is a matter of cultural pride. I would argue that non-religious aspects of these holidays have become a part of American culture and that we should embrace these fun traditions just as we would our own.
That said, this year Easter came and went without my 18-month-old daughter Zoe even noticing. Yet, next year, when she learns about Easter in school, I feel strongly that she should partake in egg coloring, chocolate bunnies, egg hunts and whatever else one does on Easter (with the exception of going to church). I did these things as a child but I do remember certain relatives and friends reacting with shock and disapproval when they heard this. And we all have that place where we draw the line. My mom was happy to decorate eggs with me and let me hang a stocking for Santa but looked at our friends’ yearly Christmas tree with disapproval. I would imagine that over the years we will experience some negative reactions as well.
There seems to be a widespread idea that Jewish kids feel left out and sad around the time of these holidays because they don’t partake in the fun. I think for the most part this is a huge myth. Maybe there are some kids that feel this way but generally I don’t think that for most it is really that big of a deal. So my decision to introduce these traditions to Zoe is not because I don’t want her to feel left out when her peers are painting eggs or hanging stockings. Rather, I think any sort of festivity is worth joining in on. Why miss out on anything? After all, in our family we also love to celebrate the Hindu festivals of Holi and Diwali and any other cultural tradition we can get our hands on.
I’ve always been a “why not” kind of girl. One who accepts challenges without having to sit down first and one who says a crazy “YES!” to any new opportunity and I’ve always longed for a chance to expand my global horizons.
My husband and I talk often about traveling more … and we already do our fair share of it. We are that family that might scrimp on certain things, but thoroughly enjoy our vacations … and schedule them whenever we possibly can.
I’ve been saving for a trip to Italy for quite awhile now, and was getting *this* close to surprising my husband with the news that finally, we could go take the trip of a lifetime. Explore new things and see new places. Italy was the place in my mind that took me away from the reality that I live in a snowglobe.
Italy provided a perfect daydream scenario to forget that it feels that it snows every day where I live – between October and April, and that the sun gives up on trying to peek out of the clouds for what seems like seven months out of the year.
Italy became, for me, a sanity saver and a wild dream that one day … we would visit. We would take our babysitter and sip espresso and limoncello, see the sights, and bask in everything that Italy has to offer.
Little did I know that my dream of a romantic vacation to Italy was going to replaced by a relocation. A MOVE – to the very same continent where you find Italy, but a different country that starts with an “I” and not just for a couple of weeks vacation.
Join me if you will as I bring you an up close, personal and very honest look at the road of taking a family of five across the ocean, to Delhi India.
(welcome, in Hindi)
This journey is cross posted at Delhi Bound.
This post is a guest post written by Allison Fawkes who just finished her internship at Tea.
I’ve moved around a lot for my age, having already experienced the ancient pyramids of Egypt, walked through the fields of tulips in Holland, and enjoyed gelato while walking along the canals of Venice, all by the age of 13. I am a seasoned traveler by any definition, and can remove and replace belts, shoes, and accessories like a pro at the airport security line.
The only thing I have ever really known is change, and yet I find myself constantly amazed and envious of other’s bravery in going great lengths to change their lives. I was having dinner at one of my favorite neighborhood Italian restaurants the other night. It’s an intimate setting where everyone working there speaks Italian and people have to hold their breath to walk through the tables. There’s even an Italian man in a very tailored shirt who would pace around and every once in a while pour champagne for couples waiting for their tables. Our waitress was from Milan, and politely laughed when we butchered the names of dishes we were ordering. She assured us that it was ok, and that she was in just as much need of practicing her English as we were of our Italian.
Our meal that night made me think about my own travels and all of the places that I’ve lived. At the young age of 22, I can already count Sacramento, San Diego, Puerto Rico, Spain, Colorado, England, and San Francisco as home. I have always had my parents with me during those big moves outside of the U.S., and even for my transition from college in the Midwest to San Francisco. I did a summer internship in London, but even then I was among other students living abroad. Just as is the case in London, San Francisco is full of foreign accents and neighborhoods filled with people who share similar cultures. I found comfort in having other American college students in London who I could share experiences with, and I must think that our waitress must find the same comfort in the people that she works with, and the network of people that she can build from that.
After I have fully exhausted all of the tangents that my mind takes me on during this conversation I am having with myself, I realize that I am more similar to our waitress from Milan than our accents might reveal. Even though I have lived abroad and done things I probably never could have imagined for my age, I have always managed to find some form of familiarity in everything that I do. America has been known for being the “melting pot” of cultures and people, and our founding fathers came here with the idea that they would create familiarity in a strange land. As our world’s countries and economies become more interconnected, it has become more reality than possibility that other countries will take on those same melting pot characteristics, and our lives will take us outside of our ideas of what is normal. Whether you find people who speak your language, carry the same religious practices, or enjoy the same hobbies, it is possible to find commonalities wherever you are.
Like the old adage says, “Home is where you make it”.
I would call myself a ‘light’ shade of green. I am the kind of mom who wants life made easier for herself and her family. At times being ‘green’ requires work that I simply don’t have time for, but since April is earth month, I thought I would attempt to make a few small steps to be more aware of my environment. My first step was a trip to the book store; every good ‘greenie’ needs to do their research.
The book that I choose was Green goes with Everything, by Sloan Barnett. It was an easy read and well organized. After reading the book, I must admit that I was a bit disturbed by all of the chemicals I was using inside my own home. I was making my home a toxic landfill of sorts. Geez, no wonder my asthma was getting worse with all of my spring cleaning. So, I decided to do a little test. I clipped coupons online, went to the store and bought all organic cleaners with ingredients I could actually pronounce. After a week of using these products, I can truly breathe easier. My little one can even help me as I clean, whereas before I was so worried about her inhaling fumes. My husband even noticed and mentioned that he felt as though his asthma subsided. Instead of using sprays to freshen the room, I open the windows to let the real ‘fresh air’ in. If I desire a scent within the room, I’ll simply light a soy scented candle.
This month I learned that regardless what shade of green we are, we can all do something for the environment. Quite often, what we decide to do improves our well being just as much as it helps the environment. I am even teaching my little one about cleaning, and we can actually breathe while we clean! I can teach my little one that the way we clean impacts everyone on the planet; we are truly learning about being little citizens of the world.
Below are two green recipes that my friend Amy gave me. I hope they assist you on your venture towards becoming a ‘greenie’ regardless what shade you intend to be!
The Green Germ Killer
2 cups rubbing alcohol
12 drops of a scented oil of your choice (I prefer ylang ylang oil)
Wood Floor Cleaner
(And it leaves no sticky residue!)
1 cup white vinegar
1 cup hot water
10 drops sweet orange oil (or essential oil of your choice)