Developing Healthy Living has become more of a buzz word than anything in our society today, and yet I do not think that many people know how to define it. Instead people use words like Obese, Fattening, and Calories to beat around the bush and get what Healthy Living is not. I guess it is good to avoid these things, but often times with such complicated subjects as health and diet it is easier to define what it is not rather than directly attack what it is. In all fairness the relationship between healthy living and non-healthy living is two strokes because you do have to know what habits to avoid and then replace those habits with positive ones. In the context of this parent and child development class I think that the as a future parent I should really be asking myself what develops Healthy Living? Isn’t development the whole idea behind parenting? Not definitions of healthy or non-healthy but the development of my child from being bottle feed to being able to go to college their freshman year and buy their own groceries. Some were a long that path of development my child is going develop what healthy living means to them, and the frightening aspect is that I am the one responsible for teaching them. Fortunately, my parent taught me to live healthy by avoiding processed foods, exercising, and sleeping and there were some really good ideas in our class discussions about how to develop Healthy Living.
I think that the most interesting video we watched in class about eating was the picky eaters. In a short summary the video we watched was about a pediatrician who encouraged parents of picky eaters to let their children go hungry for a few meals until they realize that what is for dinner is for dinner. What? Go hungry how frightening is all that I could think, until the pediatrician started to explain the psychology behind his suggestion. He emphasized that a parent’s job is not to put food inside of their child’s stomach, but to help the child develop healthy living. If the parent’s goal is to just feed their child for that one day and at that one meal then yes making sure that even if they only eat gram crackers and peanut butter at least they got something into their stomach is the perfect approach, but that is not the goal of a parent. Parents are there to help their children become independent and self-reliant. The pediatrician said that if parents keep that goal in mind it is easy for them to send their child to bed hungry a few nights, because hunger is the natural consequence of not eating. This idea was completely reverse to anything that I dreamed of being true.
In class it was also really good to hear that parents should make trying new foods a positive experience by not forcing their child to eat the new food. My dad used to say that cabbage was Adam and Eve’s favorite dinner food and then he would take a big bite of cabbage himself. The next night Adam and Eve liked lima beans and the night after that Adam and Eve liked onions. Come to find out Adam and Eve liked all of the vegetables on my dinner plate, imagine that. I think that people in general like expectations, and believe that there should be an expectation for everything. If I were given a plate of food at a new dinner and the waiter told me that I might not like it but that I had to eat it all any way I would probably not eat it and you can forget about tipping the waiter. I think back to how many times I have trusted the opinion of the white-shirted-pen-holding-low-salary waiter taking my order and even if the dish I ordered was not my favorite I justify the meal because it was the house special or the most ordered platter and that if I came to the same restaurant the next day and ordered the same plate the chef would have prepared it better. Children are not much different. Not that I want to belittle a hard working mother to a full-time waitress but I agree with the pediatrician that not forcing children to eat new foods and also giving children high expectations for new foods helps them to feel encouraged to explore and try new and different foods.
Friday, November 5, 2010
SFL 240 rough draft 2
There are lots of things that I think are important to being a good Mother, and most of them are things that I see every day. I hear mothers pushing their child in a squeaking shopping cart. I watch mothers cut peanut butter jelly sandwiches the diagonal way, the half way, the baby squared way, and the circle way. I have gauged once or twice when I have walked by a mother changing her baby’s diaper. There seems to be a lot that a mother can do for her baby. Only after reading the articles for the past week did I realize that the most important thing a mother can do for her baby is who will be the father. Now I am not going to play dumb and imagine that every family works traditionally; I would hope that in our world a man and women can get married and raise their children together. Yet, I understand that is not always the case. While I was reading about the importance of fathers I really did not care about the biological father or adopted father, but the father of the child. The man most present in the home is the man who will instill the schema for the baby of how men should treat women, how men should treat children, how men should show love. For a mother the choice should be clear that no matter how much you personally show love by being warm, tender, and attentive to your child your baby can only develop a schema for men by observing a man. The type of men that I allow to interact with my child will determine my baby’s future.
I have always admired good fathers, but what I had not thought about was how fathers and mothers naturally interact differently with their children. My own father loves me very much, but I would like to focus this paper on my older brothers. The other day I was at my brother Swen’s house and he was playing monster with his two little girls. Reagn, his oldest daughter, ran around her dad stood on the couch, pointed her finger at him, and screamed, “attacking hair curler,” we all stared at the four year old standing on the coach cushions who believed that the ultimate weapon was an attacking hair curler. That was not her only weapon though, because pretty soon she started to squirt sticky-sticky-hairspray. My brother played along, and every time she squirted him with sticky-sticky-hairspray he moved slower and slower. Until my sister-in-law Kristy asked everyone to calm down and come and eat peanut-butter-and-jelly-sandwiches. I watched my family for a few minutes and tried to imagine Swen holding a butter knife in one hand while Kristy wriggled on the floor covered in sticky-sticky-hairspray. Not only did I actually laugh out loud, but it got me thinking about how naturally fathers and mothers have different rolls because they are different.
My brother Andrew is also a great father. Andrew owns a landscaping company and he takes his children to work with him all of the time. There is a model swing set outside his front office, and I can only think of a few times when I have seen stopped by his work and his children are not there pushing each other in the swings or drawing on the order-form-white-board. He has pictures that his oldest son Ryan drew in his Kindergarten class plastered across the walls, Zack’s fishing pole, and princess slippers tucked under his desk for Eva. I understand that not all fathers can have their children come to work with them, but that is not what impresses me about my brother. I admire Andrew because he is not only a father when he comes home from work, but he is a father all of the time. He thinks about his children, makes time for their soccer games, goes to their pre-school performances, and makes sacrifices I know I will never be aware of for his children.
I know that this paper is on the influance of mothers and fathers in the home, but I honestly believe that much of my personal schema for men not only comes from my father but from my older brothers. It would be discussing to much of my personal development to not mention the importance that brothers have in developing younger syblings. My family was a combinbed family, and consequently there is a large age gap between me and the rest of my syblings. I have six older brothers, and just to give you an idea my oldest brother was married when I was three. Most of them have children (or are expecting their first) and all of them have great wives who love being mothers. Like any younger sister I have always looked up to my brothers. It seems that when I was not trying to keep up with them I was thinking of ways that I could. Despite their teasing and roughhousing they were better than average brothers because I can never remember getting left behind. I guess that my case might be unique. Because of the age gap between me and my syblings I had the oportunity to watch them get married and start their own families before I was a behive in Young Womens. Now though, as I enter college I expect nothing less for myself than the men my brothers are. I think that older syblings played a major roll in my personal development and how I precieve fathers and mothers.
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I have always admired good fathers, but what I had not thought about was how fathers and mothers naturally interact differently with their children. My own father loves me very much, but I would like to focus this paper on my older brothers. The other day I was at my brother Swen’s house and he was playing monster with his two little girls. Reagn, his oldest daughter, ran around her dad stood on the couch, pointed her finger at him, and screamed, “attacking hair curler,” we all stared at the four year old standing on the coach cushions who believed that the ultimate weapon was an attacking hair curler. That was not her only weapon though, because pretty soon she started to squirt sticky-sticky-hairspray. My brother played along, and every time she squirted him with sticky-sticky-hairspray he moved slower and slower. Until my sister-in-law Kristy asked everyone to calm down and come and eat peanut-butter-and-jelly-sandwiches. I watched my family for a few minutes and tried to imagine Swen holding a butter knife in one hand while Kristy wriggled on the floor covered in sticky-sticky-hairspray. Not only did I actually laugh out loud, but it got me thinking about how naturally fathers and mothers have different rolls because they are different.
My brother Andrew is also a great father. Andrew owns a landscaping company and he takes his children to work with him all of the time. There is a model swing set outside his front office, and I can only think of a few times when I have seen stopped by his work and his children are not there pushing each other in the swings or drawing on the order-form-white-board. He has pictures that his oldest son Ryan drew in his Kindergarten class plastered across the walls, Zack’s fishing pole, and princess slippers tucked under his desk for Eva. I understand that not all fathers can have their children come to work with them, but that is not what impresses me about my brother. I admire Andrew because he is not only a father when he comes home from work, but he is a father all of the time. He thinks about his children, makes time for their soccer games, goes to their pre-school performances, and makes sacrifices I know I will never be aware of for his children.
I know that this paper is on the influance of mothers and fathers in the home, but I honestly believe that much of my personal schema for men not only comes from my father but from my older brothers. It would be discussing to much of my personal development to not mention the importance that brothers have in developing younger syblings. My family was a combinbed family, and consequently there is a large age gap between me and the rest of my syblings. I have six older brothers, and just to give you an idea my oldest brother was married when I was three. Most of them have children (or are expecting their first) and all of them have great wives who love being mothers. Like any younger sister I have always looked up to my brothers. It seems that when I was not trying to keep up with them I was thinking of ways that I could. Despite their teasing and roughhousing they were better than average brothers because I can never remember getting left behind. I guess that my case might be unique. Because of the age gap between me and my syblings I had the oportunity to watch them get married and start their own families before I was a behive in Young Womens. Now though, as I enter college I expect nothing less for myself than the men my brothers are. I think that older syblings played a major roll in my personal development and how I precieve fathers and mothers.
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There are lots of things that I think are important to being a good Mother, and most of them are things that I see every day. I hear mothers pushing their child in a squeaking shopping cart. I watch mothers cut peanut butter jelly sandwiches the diagonal way, the half way, the baby squared way, and the circle way. I have gauged once or twice when I have walked by a mother changing her baby’s diaper. There seems to be a lot that a mother can do for her baby. Only after reading the articles for the past week did I realize that the most important thing a mother can do for her baby is who will be the father. Now I am not going to play dumb and imagine that every family works traditionally; I would hope that in our world a man and women can get married and raise their children together. Yet, I understand that is not always the case. While I was reading about the importance of fathers I really did not care about the biological father or adopted father, but the father of the child. The man most present in the home is the man who will instill the schema for the baby of how men should treat women, how men should treat children, how men should show love. For a mother the choice should be clear that no matter how much you personally show love by being warm, tender, and attentive to your child your baby can only develop a schema for men by observing a man. The type of men that I allow to interact with my child will determine my baby’s future.
I have always admired good fathers, but what I had not thought about was how fathers and mothers naturally interact differently with their children. My own father loves me very much, but I would like to focus this paper on my older brothers. The other day I was at my brother Swen’s house and he was playing monster with his two little girls. Reagn, his oldest daughter, ran around her dad stood on the couch, pointed her finger at him, and screamed, “attacking hair curler,” we all stared at the four year old standing on the coach cushions who believed that the ultimate weapon was an attacking hair curler. That was not her only weapon though, because pretty soon she started to squirt sticky-sticky-hairspray. My brother played along, and every time she squirted him with sticky-sticky-hairspray he moved slower and slower. Until my sister-in-law Kristy asked everyone to calm down and come and eat peanut-butter-and-jelly-sandwiches. I watched my family for a few minutes and tried to imagine Swen holding a butter knife in one hand while Kristy wriggled on the floor covered in sticky-sticky-hairspray. Not only did I actually laugh out loud, but it got me thinking about how naturally fathers and mothers have different rolls because they are different.
My brother Andrew is also a great father. Andrew owns a landscaping company and he takes his children to work with him all of the time. There is a model swing set outside his front office, and I can only think of a few times when I have seen stopped by his work and his children are not there pushing each other in the swings or drawing on the order-form-white-board. He has pictures that his oldest son Ryan drew in his Kindergarten class plastered across the walls, Zack’s fishing pole, and princess slippers tucked under his desk for Eva. I understand that not all fathers can have their children come to work with them, but that is not what impresses me about my brother. I admire Andrew because he is not only a father when he comes home from work, but he is a father all of the time. He thinks about his children, makes time for their soccer games, goes to their pre-school performances, and makes sacrifices I know I will never be aware of for his children.
I know that this paper is on the influance of mothers and fathers in the home, but I honestly believe that much of my personal schema for men not only comes from my father but from my older brothers. It would be discussing to much of my personal development to not mention the importance that brothers have in developing younger syblings. My family was a combinbed family, and consequently there is a large age gap between me and the rest of my syblings. I have six older brothers, and just to give you an idea my oldest brother was married when I was three. Most of them have children (or are expecting their first) and all of them have great wives who love being mothers. Like any younger sister I have always looked up to my brothers. It seems that when I was not trying to keep up with them I was thinking of ways that I could. Despite their teasing and roughhousing they were better than average brothers because I can never remember getting left behind. I guess that my case might be unique. Because of the age gap between me and my syblings I had the oportunity to watch them get married and start their own families before I was a behive in Young Womens. Now though, as I enter college I expect nothing less for myself than the men my brothers are. I think that older syblings played a major roll in my personal development and how I precieve fathers and mothers.
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I have always admired good fathers, but what I had not thought about was how fathers and mothers naturally interact differently with their children. My own father loves me very much, but I would like to focus this paper on my older brothers. The other day I was at my brother Swen’s house and he was playing monster with his two little girls. Reagn, his oldest daughter, ran around her dad stood on the couch, pointed her finger at him, and screamed, “attacking hair curler,” we all stared at the four year old standing on the coach cushions who believed that the ultimate weapon was an attacking hair curler. That was not her only weapon though, because pretty soon she started to squirt sticky-sticky-hairspray. My brother played along, and every time she squirted him with sticky-sticky-hairspray he moved slower and slower. Until my sister-in-law Kristy asked everyone to calm down and come and eat peanut-butter-and-jelly-sandwiches. I watched my family for a few minutes and tried to imagine Swen holding a butter knife in one hand while Kristy wriggled on the floor covered in sticky-sticky-hairspray. Not only did I actually laugh out loud, but it got me thinking about how naturally fathers and mothers have different rolls because they are different.
My brother Andrew is also a great father. Andrew owns a landscaping company and he takes his children to work with him all of the time. There is a model swing set outside his front office, and I can only think of a few times when I have seen stopped by his work and his children are not there pushing each other in the swings or drawing on the order-form-white-board. He has pictures that his oldest son Ryan drew in his Kindergarten class plastered across the walls, Zack’s fishing pole, and princess slippers tucked under his desk for Eva. I understand that not all fathers can have their children come to work with them, but that is not what impresses me about my brother. I admire Andrew because he is not only a father when he comes home from work, but he is a father all of the time. He thinks about his children, makes time for their soccer games, goes to their pre-school performances, and makes sacrifices I know I will never be aware of for his children.
I know that this paper is on the influance of mothers and fathers in the home, but I honestly believe that much of my personal schema for men not only comes from my father but from my older brothers. It would be discussing to much of my personal development to not mention the importance that brothers have in developing younger syblings. My family was a combinbed family, and consequently there is a large age gap between me and the rest of my syblings. I have six older brothers, and just to give you an idea my oldest brother was married when I was three. Most of them have children (or are expecting their first) and all of them have great wives who love being mothers. Like any younger sister I have always looked up to my brothers. It seems that when I was not trying to keep up with them I was thinking of ways that I could. Despite their teasing and roughhousing they were better than average brothers because I can never remember getting left behind. I guess that my case might be unique. Because of the age gap between me and my syblings I had the oportunity to watch them get married and start their own families before I was a behive in Young Womens. Now though, as I enter college I expect nothing less for myself than the men my brothers are. I think that older syblings played a major roll in my personal development and how I precieve fathers and mothers.
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SFL 240 #6
There are lots of things that I think are important to being a good Mother, and most of them are things that I see every day. I hear mothers pushing their child in a squeaking shopping cart. I watch mothers cut peanut butter jelly sandwiches the diagonal way, the half way, the baby squared way, and the circle way. I have gauged once or twice when I have walked by a mother changing her baby’s diaper. There seems to be a lot that a mother can do for her baby. Only after reading the articles for the past week did I realize that the most important thing a mother can do for her baby is who will be the father. Now I am not going to play dumb and imagine that every family works traditionally; I would hope that in our world a man and women can get married and raise their children together. Yet, I understand that is not always the case. While I was reading about the importance of fathers I really did not care about the biological father or adopted father, but the father of the child. The man most present in the home is the man who will instill the schema for the baby of how men should treat women, how men should treat children, how men should show love. For a mother the choice should be clear that no matter how much you personally show love by being warm, tender, and attentive to your child your baby can only develop a schema for men by observing a man. The type of men that I allow to interact with my child will determine my baby’s future.
I have always admired good fathers, but what I had not thought about was how fathers and mothers naturally interact differently with their children. My own father loves me very much, but I would like to focus this paper on my older brothers. The other day I was at my brother Swen’s house and he was playing monster with his two little girls. Reagn, his oldest daughter, ran around her dad stood on the couch, pointed her finger at him, and screamed, “attacking hair curler,” we all stared at the four year old standing on the coach cushions who believed that the ultimate weapon was an attacking hair curler. That was not her only weapon though, because pretty soon she started to squirt sticky-sticky-hairspray. My brother played along, and every time she squirted him with sticky-sticky-hairspray he moved slower and slower. Until my sister-in-law Kristy asked everyone to calm down and come and eat peanut-butter-and-jelly-sandwiches. I watched my family for a few minutes and tried to imagine Swen holding a butter knife in one hand while Kristy wriggled on the floor covered in sticky-sticky-hairspray. Not only did I actually laugh out loud, but it got me thinking about how naturally fathers and mothers have different rolls because they are different.
My brother Andrew is also a great father. Andrew owns a landscaping company and he takes his children to work with him all of the time. There is a model swing set outside his front office, and I can only think of a few times when I have seen stopped by his work and his children are not there pushing each other in the swings or drawing on the order-form-white-board. He has pictures that his oldest son Ryan drew in his Kindergarten class plastered across the walls, Zack’s fishing pole, and princess slippers tucked under his desk for Eva. I understand that not all fathers can have their children come to work with them, but that is not what impresses me about my brother. I admire Andrew because he is not only a father when he comes home from work, but he is a father all of the time. He thinks about his children, makes time for their soccer games, goes to their pre-school performances, and makes sacrifices I know I will never be aware of for his children.
I have six older brothers, and all of them are good men. They are all married except for my one brother who is on a mission. Most of them have children of their own and all of them have great wives who love being mothers. I guess that I never thought so hard about the importance of a father because you cannot miss something you just assume you deserve. Like any younger sister I have always looked up to my brothers. It seems that when I was not trying to keep up with them I was thinking of ways that I could. Despite their teasing and roughhousing they were better than average brothers because I can never remember getting left behind. Now that I have grown up a little I expect nothing less for myself than the men my brothers are. I honestly believe that much of my personal schema for men and how they show love not only comes from my father but from my older brothers. Older brothers have a gift for expecting the best from you and expecting the best for you.
I have always admired good fathers, but what I had not thought about was how fathers and mothers naturally interact differently with their children. My own father loves me very much, but I would like to focus this paper on my older brothers. The other day I was at my brother Swen’s house and he was playing monster with his two little girls. Reagn, his oldest daughter, ran around her dad stood on the couch, pointed her finger at him, and screamed, “attacking hair curler,” we all stared at the four year old standing on the coach cushions who believed that the ultimate weapon was an attacking hair curler. That was not her only weapon though, because pretty soon she started to squirt sticky-sticky-hairspray. My brother played along, and every time she squirted him with sticky-sticky-hairspray he moved slower and slower. Until my sister-in-law Kristy asked everyone to calm down and come and eat peanut-butter-and-jelly-sandwiches. I watched my family for a few minutes and tried to imagine Swen holding a butter knife in one hand while Kristy wriggled on the floor covered in sticky-sticky-hairspray. Not only did I actually laugh out loud, but it got me thinking about how naturally fathers and mothers have different rolls because they are different.
My brother Andrew is also a great father. Andrew owns a landscaping company and he takes his children to work with him all of the time. There is a model swing set outside his front office, and I can only think of a few times when I have seen stopped by his work and his children are not there pushing each other in the swings or drawing on the order-form-white-board. He has pictures that his oldest son Ryan drew in his Kindergarten class plastered across the walls, Zack’s fishing pole, and princess slippers tucked under his desk for Eva. I understand that not all fathers can have their children come to work with them, but that is not what impresses me about my brother. I admire Andrew because he is not only a father when he comes home from work, but he is a father all of the time. He thinks about his children, makes time for their soccer games, goes to their pre-school performances, and makes sacrifices I know I will never be aware of for his children.
I have six older brothers, and all of them are good men. They are all married except for my one brother who is on a mission. Most of them have children of their own and all of them have great wives who love being mothers. I guess that I never thought so hard about the importance of a father because you cannot miss something you just assume you deserve. Like any younger sister I have always looked up to my brothers. It seems that when I was not trying to keep up with them I was thinking of ways that I could. Despite their teasing and roughhousing they were better than average brothers because I can never remember getting left behind. Now that I have grown up a little I expect nothing less for myself than the men my brothers are. I honestly believe that much of my personal schema for men and how they show love not only comes from my father but from my older brothers. Older brothers have a gift for expecting the best from you and expecting the best for you.
SPAN rough draft
Joy Prior
SPAN 106
Legalizar Las Drogas
A mi modo de ver las drogas son una adicciòn. Muchos individuos no le gusta las drogas. Los ciudadanos honorables no quieren pagar para o cocaine, o marajá, o pastillas para una fiesta o el fin de semana na por què ni las drogas son illegal, ni las drogas son caros, ni las drogas difícil obtener. Muchos ciudadnos honorales no quieren pagar para o cocaine, o marajá, o pastillas para una fiesta o el fin de semana con sencillez por què ellos querrìan sus salud. Muchos individuos tienen el valor.
Hoy las drogas son ilegal si el pueblo seguirìa el derecho na, nunca saben el sabor o cocaine, o marajá, o pastillas por què las drogas ilegal. Los delincuentes que consumìan las drogas saben el sabor de las drogas ilegal. Desde mi punot de vista pero hoy nunca ciudadan honorable sabe el sabor de las drogas ilegal. Ellos no tiene un adicciòn. Ellos no consumen drogas. Si ellos no consumen las drogas, no querrìan las drogas. Los drogadictos quieren legalizar las drogas. Ellos saben el sabor de cocine, o marajá, o pastillas. Ellos tienen una adicciòn de las drogas ilegal. Legalizar las drogas darle los ciudadan con adicciòn na, cuando las drogas tienen ilegal, podrìan obtener o cocaine, o marajá, o pastillas por un precio con impuesto. Legalizar las drogas es un acto despreciable.
Desde mi punto de vista la legalizaciòn de las drogas es asesinar los inocente. No ciudadan honorable querrìa otros asesinar. Muchos drogadictos se suicidaban, robaban, violaban, atracaban, asaltaban, y asesinaba los inocente por drogas. Drogas son horrible. No quiero drogas en mi viva. No quiero aumentar la oportunidad serìa una víctima de un drogadicto.
SPAN 106
Legalizar Las Drogas
A mi modo de ver las drogas son una adicciòn. Muchos individuos no le gusta las drogas. Los ciudadanos honorables no quieren pagar para o cocaine, o marajá, o pastillas para una fiesta o el fin de semana na por què ni las drogas son illegal, ni las drogas son caros, ni las drogas difícil obtener. Muchos ciudadnos honorales no quieren pagar para o cocaine, o marajá, o pastillas para una fiesta o el fin de semana con sencillez por què ellos querrìan sus salud. Muchos individuos tienen el valor.
Hoy las drogas son ilegal si el pueblo seguirìa el derecho na, nunca saben el sabor o cocaine, o marajá, o pastillas por què las drogas ilegal. Los delincuentes que consumìan las drogas saben el sabor de las drogas ilegal. Desde mi punot de vista pero hoy nunca ciudadan honorable sabe el sabor de las drogas ilegal. Ellos no tiene un adicciòn. Ellos no consumen drogas. Si ellos no consumen las drogas, no querrìan las drogas. Los drogadictos quieren legalizar las drogas. Ellos saben el sabor de cocine, o marajá, o pastillas. Ellos tienen una adicciòn de las drogas ilegal. Legalizar las drogas darle los ciudadan con adicciòn na, cuando las drogas tienen ilegal, podrìan obtener o cocaine, o marajá, o pastillas por un precio con impuesto. Legalizar las drogas es un acto despreciable.
Desde mi punto de vista la legalizaciòn de las drogas es asesinar los inocente. No ciudadan honorable querrìa otros asesinar. Muchos drogadictos se suicidaban, robaban, violaban, atracaban, asaltaban, y asesinaba los inocente por drogas. Drogas son horrible. No quiero drogas en mi viva. No quiero aumentar la oportunidad serìa una víctima de un drogadicto.
Friday, October 29, 2010
SFL 240 rough draft
I believe that I want my children to learn autonomy and that I can help them to become self regulated indiviuduals by teaching them how to read, I love them unconditionally, and to love the diversity of nature.
It was schocking to me that Reading was included in the top ten things to teach your child. There are so many different thing in the world to teach children, but the prophet felt that it was important to teach children how to read. I want to teach my children how to read by reading picture books before we go to bed. I want them to pick a picture book that they want to read from the shelf. I also want them to have their own library card, and that way when we visit the library they can check out books themselves. I think that we will read just one or two verses from the scritupres a day. Ideally it would be in the morning before Dad goes to work, but I was also thinking that if that is not a practical time it would be ok to read a vers or two before we ate dinner. Another possibility would be to read a vers as a family before we went to bed. When ever my husband and I decided to have family scripture study I think that it is important that we begin and end with a prayer and try to have a moment of reverance while we read. Above all I think that I want to teach them how important it is to read by being a good example, and read books myself. I want to continue to read my scriptures daily when I have children. I think that it is important that my children see me read other books though too. I know that will be hard, because I have a hard time now reading a book in my free time. Yet, I think that having books in the home on visable shelves is important. I do not want to put the books in the farthest corner of the house, but in the open.
I think that it is important to teach children how to read because it gives them so much freedom. Not only will children be able to excel in school if they know how to read but they will be able to excell in spiritual development because they can read the scriptures for themselves. The ability to read something and then take that information and store it in your head, and then turn it over in your head, and then form an opinion about that information all begings with the ability to read.
I want my children to know that I love them unconditionally. This is something that I realize is going to be a lot harder said than done. I think that some of the ways I can make sure my children know that I love them unconditionally is to focus on their progress and not their accomplishments. One of the most obvious ways is academic preformance. I want them to be happy that they got good grades, but that is not what I want them to concentrat on. Instead I want them to know that it is more important to understand why you got the grade that they got, and what they learned. I think that this can come by talking to them about their classes. If I ask them questions about school and what they don't and do like in school I think that it will help them to realize that I value their education, but not as much as I value them. I want them to realize that they should take classes that they feel they can excell in and that they should work hard in classes, but that they should chalange themselves. I think that by asking them questions about school while they are in the class that I will not be shocked or horrified by their report cards. In truth I think that if I talk to them about what classes they like and what they have learned in that class and how their teacher is in that class and what friends they have in that class that I can see their progress. By me focusing on their progress I hope to transfer the message that they should focus on their progress and not their preformance.
I think that it is important to teach children how to focus on their progress because all of their lives they are going to have others tell them what they should measure up to. There are so many opertunities to have people rate you... how smart you are by your test score, how pretty you are by how many dates you have, or how spiritual you are by the times you stand up and bear your testimony. I want my children to understand that these are secondary things, and that the real growth is what happens while we are working for goals.
I want my children to enjoy nature. There are few things that I think are more beautiful than the outdoors. I think that by going on family walks maybe everys Sunday or for family home evening my children can learn to enjoy such simple things as fresh air. Especially when they are young I want to have play equpment outside. There will be things like swings or a sand box in our back yard if we have one, and if we live in an apartment I want to visit the park often. In order for my children to apreciate the outdoors I want them to see the outdoors; and that means family vacations. I don't want them to just think that the outdoors means our back yard. I want to take vacations to the swimming in the ocean, hiking in the mountains, camping in the desert, boating on a lake, and if my family is able to I want to visit the tropical forests and the artic. It is important to me that my children understand how physcially diverse the world is. While we are on family vacations I want to comment on how beautiful God created the world, and how much detail he put into every flower. It is very important to me that my children value God's creations.
I think that it is important to teach children how to value the physicall differences God made in the world so that they can understand that differences are good things. It is easy to see a flower that is pink and a flower that is blue and say that they are both beautiful, but it can be a harder concept to learn that because a person is a size thirty and another is a size four they are still beautiful. This is a very important lesson for me to teach my children, because I believe that the we are all God's creations. I have a testimony that God is a perfect being and that he created diversity in the world to make it beautiful. I want my children to know that just like rocks and trees are all different so are people, and I think that I can help them to understand that diversity is beautiful by first teaching it to them in the diversity of nature.
These are just a few things that I would like my children to know, and why I would like them to know them. It is kind of remarkable once you sit down and right what you want your children to know how easily it comes out. The list almost seems never ending. I guess that is the beauty, because I know that there are still things that I need to learn.
It was schocking to me that Reading was included in the top ten things to teach your child. There are so many different thing in the world to teach children, but the prophet felt that it was important to teach children how to read. I want to teach my children how to read by reading picture books before we go to bed. I want them to pick a picture book that they want to read from the shelf. I also want them to have their own library card, and that way when we visit the library they can check out books themselves. I think that we will read just one or two verses from the scritupres a day. Ideally it would be in the morning before Dad goes to work, but I was also thinking that if that is not a practical time it would be ok to read a vers or two before we ate dinner. Another possibility would be to read a vers as a family before we went to bed. When ever my husband and I decided to have family scripture study I think that it is important that we begin and end with a prayer and try to have a moment of reverance while we read. Above all I think that I want to teach them how important it is to read by being a good example, and read books myself. I want to continue to read my scriptures daily when I have children. I think that it is important that my children see me read other books though too. I know that will be hard, because I have a hard time now reading a book in my free time. Yet, I think that having books in the home on visable shelves is important. I do not want to put the books in the farthest corner of the house, but in the open.
I think that it is important to teach children how to read because it gives them so much freedom. Not only will children be able to excel in school if they know how to read but they will be able to excell in spiritual development because they can read the scriptures for themselves. The ability to read something and then take that information and store it in your head, and then turn it over in your head, and then form an opinion about that information all begings with the ability to read.
I want my children to know that I love them unconditionally. This is something that I realize is going to be a lot harder said than done. I think that some of the ways I can make sure my children know that I love them unconditionally is to focus on their progress and not their accomplishments. One of the most obvious ways is academic preformance. I want them to be happy that they got good grades, but that is not what I want them to concentrat on. Instead I want them to know that it is more important to understand why you got the grade that they got, and what they learned. I think that this can come by talking to them about their classes. If I ask them questions about school and what they don't and do like in school I think that it will help them to realize that I value their education, but not as much as I value them. I want them to realize that they should take classes that they feel they can excell in and that they should work hard in classes, but that they should chalange themselves. I think that by asking them questions about school while they are in the class that I will not be shocked or horrified by their report cards. In truth I think that if I talk to them about what classes they like and what they have learned in that class and how their teacher is in that class and what friends they have in that class that I can see their progress. By me focusing on their progress I hope to transfer the message that they should focus on their progress and not their preformance.
I think that it is important to teach children how to focus on their progress because all of their lives they are going to have others tell them what they should measure up to. There are so many opertunities to have people rate you... how smart you are by your test score, how pretty you are by how many dates you have, or how spiritual you are by the times you stand up and bear your testimony. I want my children to understand that these are secondary things, and that the real growth is what happens while we are working for goals.
I want my children to enjoy nature. There are few things that I think are more beautiful than the outdoors. I think that by going on family walks maybe everys Sunday or for family home evening my children can learn to enjoy such simple things as fresh air. Especially when they are young I want to have play equpment outside. There will be things like swings or a sand box in our back yard if we have one, and if we live in an apartment I want to visit the park often. In order for my children to apreciate the outdoors I want them to see the outdoors; and that means family vacations. I don't want them to just think that the outdoors means our back yard. I want to take vacations to the swimming in the ocean, hiking in the mountains, camping in the desert, boating on a lake, and if my family is able to I want to visit the tropical forests and the artic. It is important to me that my children understand how physcially diverse the world is. While we are on family vacations I want to comment on how beautiful God created the world, and how much detail he put into every flower. It is very important to me that my children value God's creations.
I think that it is important to teach children how to value the physicall differences God made in the world so that they can understand that differences are good things. It is easy to see a flower that is pink and a flower that is blue and say that they are both beautiful, but it can be a harder concept to learn that because a person is a size thirty and another is a size four they are still beautiful. This is a very important lesson for me to teach my children, because I believe that the we are all God's creations. I have a testimony that God is a perfect being and that he created diversity in the world to make it beautiful. I want my children to know that just like rocks and trees are all different so are people, and I think that I can help them to understand that diversity is beautiful by first teaching it to them in the diversity of nature.
These are just a few things that I would like my children to know, and why I would like them to know them. It is kind of remarkable once you sit down and right what you want your children to know how easily it comes out. The list almost seems never ending. I guess that is the beauty, because I know that there are still things that I need to learn.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
a mathematician's apology
A Mathematician’s Apology
G.H. Hardy
At the bottom of the staircase in the BYU testing center you gaze at the television screen flashing strips of brown and blue student ID numbers and the respected test scores. When you see your score you feel like a carved pumpkin: gutted, empty, and lamely sitting on someone’s front porch. In the staircase you hear bound-pause-bound-pause; the person is skipping steps in their rush to see their score. In no time at all you there is a beeping click of as the boy next to you squeals while he texts his score to his mom. You on the other hand are fumbling with both hands to pull open the door. An arm gently moves away both of yours as it pushes the door open freely. Then he asks you, “What did you get?” What kind of question is that? You debate between snapping at him “what is it to you?” and crying on his shoulder. Fortunately, your pause is just long enough for him to get the idea. “I’m sorry,” he says shaking his head slightly as he breaths down your neck while you walk under his arm.
This is the type of sorry G. H. Hardy exemplifies in A Mathematician’s Apology. It is the type of apology that someone only says when they do not have a proper response for your stupidity. It is important to understand that Hardy published A Mathematicians Apology during World War II and what is more stupid or lowly than war. Hardy wrote A Mathematicians Apology to separate himself from the war efforts by classifying pure mathematics as a useless art.
Historical Context
After years of pending warfare A Mathematician’s Apology was first published in 1940. Some common World War II propaganda depicts the mood that surrounded Hardy’s publication. Men were expected to join the military, and women and children were expected to support the soldiers. One poster reads “Our Carelessness, Their Secret Weapon,” another is of a women cleaning machinery and it says, “The Girl He left Behind is Still Behind Him.” It was important to know your part in the war efforts and your neighbor’s. Hardy was no exception. In a time of warfare there does not seem to be any use for a pure mathematician like Hardy, but then again Hardy is the one who defined a pure mathematician.
History books do not blame the artist during a war for the devastation but rather for the inspiration. In Robert Henkes forward to World War II in American Art he writes, “as a war artist-correspondent during World War II, I had as my mission to document or paint the war as I saw, felt, and reacted to it.” Art has a tendency to get away with titles such as depiction or inspiration even during war. Scientific advancements on the other hand seem more related to warfare. Books like Martin Van Creveld Technology and War or Ernest Volkman’s Science Goes to War: the Ultimate Weapon, From Greek Fire to Star Wars these two books are just a few examples of how closely technology is associated with war. In A Mathematician’s Apology Hardy recognizes that, “the first and the most obvious is that the effect of science on war is merely to magnify its horror,” (Hardy 141) but Hardy did not consider himself a scientist. He wanted to be remembered as an inspirational artist and not a destroying scientist.
Hardy labels pure mathematics as an art. He writes, “A mathematician, like a painter or a poet, is a maker of patterns... the mathematician’s patterns, like the painter’s or the poet’s, must be beautiful; the ideas, like the colors or the words, but fit together in a harmonious way.” (Hardy 85) In short math is an art. He explains that unlike music which can stimulate passionate and volumes of emotion, mathematics cannot. Because most people are so afraid of the subject he believes that they would not even dare to find pleasure in it, and those who do only find the incomparable satisfaction of proving a theorem. (Hardy 88)
It is important to understand that Hardy is addressing pure mathematics under the conditions that he defines, and he does not want it to be confused with any science or useful study. He purposes the question directly in A Mathematician’s Apology, “Is mathematics ‘useful’, directly useful, as other sciences such as chemistry and physiology are?” and answers it just as clearly, “I shall ultimately say No,” (Hardy 75) There is a great amount of explanations dedicated to emphasize that mathematics is useless in a practical sense. One example used is geometry. If a figure on the chalk board is proportionate it has no effect on the proof, because a mathematician is not dealing with reality but numbers. In this sense pure mathematics is useless because the discovery of numbers and symbols cannot increases the standard of living and or happiness of men. (Hardy 119) An engineer can only use mathematics if there is an object associated with the numbers. Hardy says such professions as electrician or physician use ‘school’ math and, “he has hardly any understanding of ‘real’ mathematics.” (Hardy 137) To Hardy the instant mathematics is associated with an object or ‘thing’ it becomes a separate subject, and he emphasizes his profession is more creative and profound.
Hardy’s climax is how pure mathematics cannot be used in warfare. In the chapter before his summary and after pages of explanations showing that pure mathematics is a harmless art dealing with imaginary substances. After meticulously separating mathematics from trivial mathematics there is no logical way the culprit behind the gunnery, war craft engineers, and battle strategist could be a pure mathematician, but the scientists. Hardy concludes that, “Real mathematics has no effects on war. No one has yet discovered any warlike purpose to be served the theory of numbers,” (Hardy 140) After he stresses how pure trivial mathematics is the type of math used in warfare Hardy has his summary. The climax of A Mathematician’s Apology builds up to the separation of pure mathematics from anything war like or barbaric in human nature and not a soft spoken, “I’m sorry.”
A Mathematician’s Apology helped me to realize what pure mathematics is, but I imagine Hardy as a stuck up coward. It was eye opening to realize how mathematics can be beautiful, and I had never thought that pure mathematics and applied mathematics as different subjects. That is the section of the book that I enjoyed, but Hardy’s attempt to separate his subject from humanity is almost embarrassing. I can see how Hardy felt superior to the engineer, because if math had to be layered his pure mathematics would be on the top. It is the advances in pure mathematics though that enable applied the engineer to make faster guns, better bullets, and nuclear weapons. Hardy seemed so consumed in separating himself from such lowly things as war, death, and destruction that he failed to see his influence on them. This is probably why his apology reminded me of the way people say sorry when they find out you failed a test and they passed, or you lost your scholarship and they got a full ride. It is the, I’m-sorry-but-I-am-sure-glad-that-my-life-has-no-resemblance-to-yours that I hear in A Mathematician’s Apology. In all fairness though I guess that even scientist are people, and Hardy just like any sensible person would not want to be even remotely related to something as low as warfare.
Work Cited Page
Hardy, G. H. A Mathematician’s Apology. Cambridge University: United Kingdom, 2006.
World War II in Britain: World War II Posters and Prints from All Posters. 2003. Interesting.com
Henkes, Robert. World War II in American Art. British Library. 2001
Creveld, Martin. Technology and War: from 2000 B.C. to the present. Simon and Schuster. 1991
Volkman, Ernest. Science goes to war: the search for the ultimate weapon, from Greek fire to Star Wars. Wiley. 2002
G.H. Hardy
At the bottom of the staircase in the BYU testing center you gaze at the television screen flashing strips of brown and blue student ID numbers and the respected test scores. When you see your score you feel like a carved pumpkin: gutted, empty, and lamely sitting on someone’s front porch. In the staircase you hear bound-pause-bound-pause; the person is skipping steps in their rush to see their score. In no time at all you there is a beeping click of as the boy next to you squeals while he texts his score to his mom. You on the other hand are fumbling with both hands to pull open the door. An arm gently moves away both of yours as it pushes the door open freely. Then he asks you, “What did you get?” What kind of question is that? You debate between snapping at him “what is it to you?” and crying on his shoulder. Fortunately, your pause is just long enough for him to get the idea. “I’m sorry,” he says shaking his head slightly as he breaths down your neck while you walk under his arm.
This is the type of sorry G. H. Hardy exemplifies in A Mathematician’s Apology. It is the type of apology that someone only says when they do not have a proper response for your stupidity. It is important to understand that Hardy published A Mathematicians Apology during World War II and what is more stupid or lowly than war. Hardy wrote A Mathematicians Apology to separate himself from the war efforts by classifying pure mathematics as a useless art.
Historical Context
After years of pending warfare A Mathematician’s Apology was first published in 1940. Some common World War II propaganda depicts the mood that surrounded Hardy’s publication. Men were expected to join the military, and women and children were expected to support the soldiers. One poster reads “Our Carelessness, Their Secret Weapon,” another is of a women cleaning machinery and it says, “The Girl He left Behind is Still Behind Him.” It was important to know your part in the war efforts and your neighbor’s. Hardy was no exception. In a time of warfare there does not seem to be any use for a pure mathematician like Hardy, but then again Hardy is the one who defined a pure mathematician.
History books do not blame the artist during a war for the devastation but rather for the inspiration. In Robert Henkes forward to World War II in American Art he writes, “as a war artist-correspondent during World War II, I had as my mission to document or paint the war as I saw, felt, and reacted to it.” Art has a tendency to get away with titles such as depiction or inspiration even during war. Scientific advancements on the other hand seem more related to warfare. Books like Martin Van Creveld Technology and War or Ernest Volkman’s Science Goes to War: the Ultimate Weapon, From Greek Fire to Star Wars these two books are just a few examples of how closely technology is associated with war. In A Mathematician’s Apology Hardy recognizes that, “the first and the most obvious is that the effect of science on war is merely to magnify its horror,” (Hardy 141) but Hardy did not consider himself a scientist. He wanted to be remembered as an inspirational artist and not a destroying scientist.
Hardy labels pure mathematics as an art. He writes, “A mathematician, like a painter or a poet, is a maker of patterns... the mathematician’s patterns, like the painter’s or the poet’s, must be beautiful; the ideas, like the colors or the words, but fit together in a harmonious way.” (Hardy 85) In short math is an art. He explains that unlike music which can stimulate passionate and volumes of emotion, mathematics cannot. Because most people are so afraid of the subject he believes that they would not even dare to find pleasure in it, and those who do only find the incomparable satisfaction of proving a theorem. (Hardy 88)
It is important to understand that Hardy is addressing pure mathematics under the conditions that he defines, and he does not want it to be confused with any science or useful study. He purposes the question directly in A Mathematician’s Apology, “Is mathematics ‘useful’, directly useful, as other sciences such as chemistry and physiology are?” and answers it just as clearly, “I shall ultimately say No,” (Hardy 75) There is a great amount of explanations dedicated to emphasize that mathematics is useless in a practical sense. One example used is geometry. If a figure on the chalk board is proportionate it has no effect on the proof, because a mathematician is not dealing with reality but numbers. In this sense pure mathematics is useless because the discovery of numbers and symbols cannot increases the standard of living and or happiness of men. (Hardy 119) An engineer can only use mathematics if there is an object associated with the numbers. Hardy says such professions as electrician or physician use ‘school’ math and, “he has hardly any understanding of ‘real’ mathematics.” (Hardy 137) To Hardy the instant mathematics is associated with an object or ‘thing’ it becomes a separate subject, and he emphasizes his profession is more creative and profound.
Hardy’s climax is how pure mathematics cannot be used in warfare. In the chapter before his summary and after pages of explanations showing that pure mathematics is a harmless art dealing with imaginary substances. After meticulously separating mathematics from trivial mathematics there is no logical way the culprit behind the gunnery, war craft engineers, and battle strategist could be a pure mathematician, but the scientists. Hardy concludes that, “Real mathematics has no effects on war. No one has yet discovered any warlike purpose to be served the theory of numbers,” (Hardy 140) After he stresses how pure trivial mathematics is the type of math used in warfare Hardy has his summary. The climax of A Mathematician’s Apology builds up to the separation of pure mathematics from anything war like or barbaric in human nature and not a soft spoken, “I’m sorry.”
A Mathematician’s Apology helped me to realize what pure mathematics is, but I imagine Hardy as a stuck up coward. It was eye opening to realize how mathematics can be beautiful, and I had never thought that pure mathematics and applied mathematics as different subjects. That is the section of the book that I enjoyed, but Hardy’s attempt to separate his subject from humanity is almost embarrassing. I can see how Hardy felt superior to the engineer, because if math had to be layered his pure mathematics would be on the top. It is the advances in pure mathematics though that enable applied the engineer to make faster guns, better bullets, and nuclear weapons. Hardy seemed so consumed in separating himself from such lowly things as war, death, and destruction that he failed to see his influence on them. This is probably why his apology reminded me of the way people say sorry when they find out you failed a test and they passed, or you lost your scholarship and they got a full ride. It is the, I’m-sorry-but-I-am-sure-glad-that-my-life-has-no-resemblance-to-yours that I hear in A Mathematician’s Apology. In all fairness though I guess that even scientist are people, and Hardy just like any sensible person would not want to be even remotely related to something as low as warfare.
Work Cited Page
Hardy, G. H. A Mathematician’s Apology. Cambridge University: United Kingdom, 2006.
World War II in Britain: World War II Posters and Prints from All Posters. 2003. Interesting.com
Henkes, Robert. World War II in American Art. British Library. 2001
Creveld, Martin. Technology and War: from 2000 B.C. to the present. Simon and Schuster. 1991
Volkman, Ernest. Science goes to war: the search for the ultimate weapon, from Greek fire to Star Wars. Wiley. 2002
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