Those cushions on the floor? They’re not cushions. They’re the big leathery bumps on the back of a humongous crocodile, ready to gobble you up if you don’t run across it to get to the other side of the swamp. Your favourite books strewn down the hallway? They’re not books. They’re wobbly stepping stones across a heaving sea of fiery lava – your only way to the safety of your magical golden castle. The skipping ropes you just tripped over? They’re not skipping ropes. They’re boa constrictors guarding the door to the secret jungle kingdom, ready to lunge if you … Read More
Kids love imaginative play. In fact, so do adults. As a responsible adult, I often use my imagination – to pretend I’m lounging beside a pool, reading a book and sipping a cold drink, atop a mountain so high (yet, amazingly, the weather is wonderfully warm) that no one, not even the late Edmund Hillary, could climb to the top and make annoying and perplexing demands of me, such as: “Hey Mum! You pretend you’re Mum and I’ll pretend I’m a cat!” Imaginative play is essential to children’s learning. It’s how they make sense of the world. They learn social, relationship, … Read More
Ah, space. I love it. I can’t get enough of it. I’m an introvert, so people who know me understand just how important my space is to me. Especially the neighbours, who regularly hear my hollers of “I JUST NEED SOME SPACE!!!!!!!” when my daughter has perched herself on my
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