Tuesday, February 7, 2012

On the role of heroes in the bringing up of children

Yesterday evening, Sophia opened the sensor box, took out the marbles and the pista shells and began her favorite game.

Sophia's favorite game is the orangutan pretending game. She gets two marbles as orangutans, puts them on a plate, a binch of pista shells as food and she is Dr Birute and goes on like this for a long time.

In our home, Dr Birute has become a sort of hero amongst the girls. To add to the richness of the hero worship, I am currently reading her Reflections of Eden, and names like Louis Leakey and Jane Goodall have now become part of our daily play.

More often than not, stories from reflections of eden take the place of our bedtime reading routine and reading the book also gave credibility to my stories. For one thing, when Sophia asks

"How do baby Orangutans go to sleep?"

I can give her the correct answer with a clear conscience.

I do owe Dr Birute a lot for one important lesson. That heros often have to undergo things they dont like to get the things they want. Last night, I told the girls about how she had to get Orangutan urine on her when she was tailing orangutans and how her bottom got burnt when she sat on a log.

The girls listened enthralled.

And it was a fundamentally wonderful wildcard to pull out when Sophia began her

"I dont want to go to school" routine.

"I dont like my school", she said. "It is very long and very boring"

"Do you think Dr Birute found it boring to be in the forsts waiting for days for the Orangutans to come?"


"Thats what makes her a hero."

"I am a  heyo mummy?", she asked as husband belted her in the bicycle.

"Yes", I told her and off she went to school with a pouch full of her oen toys (the school toys are apparently too boring for her).

Thanks Dr Birute and hopefully we can com,e to the jungles in April.

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