[nfb-talk] New THOUGHT PROVOKER 121- Little Helpers

[Robert Leslie Newman]

NFBtalk listers 
RE:  Little Helpers 

The newest THOUGHT PROVOKER, #121 showcases the relationship between a blind
parent and their child who happens to be sighted.  It also ends with an
experience they have while out taking care of business.  If you have not
read the PROVOKER, it follows.  Recall that I collect responses and post
them upon my web site for all the WWW to read and learn from and that URL
is- Http://thoughtprovoker.info  If you wish to receive THOUGHT PROVOKERS
sent directly to you, just write me and ask, at-  newmanrl at cox.net 

THOUGHT PROVOKER 121
LITTLE HELPERS

"Ready Mommy."  The sweet voice of her four-year-old daughter floated into
the bedroom where Kerry completed her dressing and preparations for them to
go out for the day.  Stuffing her slate and stylus in the special side
pocket of her backpack, checking that her Braille shopping list was there,
and the unused note-cards, Kerry answered, "Okay, Sweetie."  Then to further
engage her daughter in conversation, loving how this beautiful little girl's
vocabulary and curiosity was developing so early, she teased, "By your tone,
the way you said that, Mommy has to wonder.are you saying you are ready or
are you asking me if I am ready?" 

"Mom--mee!  I'm so ready!  I have my purse; I have my shoes on; I have my
tiny bear."

"Pink socks?"  Asked Kerry.  Earlier the two of them had worked on matching
up clothing according to color.

"Yes!"  Said Kelly, stamping her foot in emphasis.  "You know I really
wanted to wear my ducky socks, but the yellow goes with my yellow sandals
and not these pink shoes.  And, I've got my pink heart bear!"

"Wow. You must look super nice, Sweetie." 

"And I have your white cane, too."  Said Kelly.  Her next statement had the
definite tone of child-like sarcasm, "Are you going to wear something white
to go with it?"  

"You bet," said Kerry, "How about my wedding dress?  No, a snowman suit!"
They both were giggling as they left the front porch.  "Mommy, the tulips
are open!"  Said Kelly, rushing over to the bed of assorted, brightly
colored flowers.

Side-by-side, both kneeling, Kerry reached out but missed finding the
intended blossom until Kelly's small hand helped guide her.  "Thank you,
Sweetie, sometimes I will need help and you can help Mommy.  But always
remember, Mommy's job is to teach you and be responsible for you until you
grow up.  So, which color is this one, Miss Crayola Bear?"

"Pink?"  

"Well.Miss Crayola, from that end of the row of tulips, count down to this
one for me, please."  Kerry and her husband had planted these bulbs together
and just the day before they had looked over the emerging flower buds and
Kerry knew the progression of colors along the row.

"One, Two, Three, Four, Five."

"Ahah.  This one is a color like pink, but this shade of pink.remember how
you have light and dark pink socks in your drawer?  Well, this is another
type of pink and it is called fuchsia."

"Few.she...ah?"

"Fuchsia.  You got it on the first try, Miss Crayola!  Add another color to
your color box and good for you!"

On their way, Kerry made it a point to reinforce another lesson the two of
them had started working on.  At the first intersection Kerry said, "Now
Sweetie, what did Mommy say about crossing a street?"  

"Stop, look, and listen."  Proudly the little girl said.  "Just like your
Mommy taught you, and her mommy taught her." 

"Very good.  And why do you need to stop?"

"'Cause there might be a car and it would hurt me."

"Yes.  Always be safe, streets are where the cars go; we people walk on the
sidewalk.  And why do you need to look?"

"To see if a car is coming."

"Yes, very good.  And why do you need to listen?"

"If you are blind?"  Said Kelly in a serious tone, looking up at her mother.

"Yes, Kelly, that's how I do it, but how do you think listening might help
you?"  

"Ah, I know! If I can't see the car coming?"

"Yes.  Because some streets curve or there are bushes so you cannot see very
far to tell if a car is coming."

Later, in the vegetable section at the food mart,  "Hmm, I wonder where they
put the apples?"  Kerry said, having found bags of nuts where she knew
they'd had apples last week.

"Mommy, can I help?"

"Sure Sweetie.  You find the apple section for us and I'll find the variety
we like."

On the way home, at a busy lighted intersection, Kerry asked, again
teaching, "Okay, Miss Crayola Bear, see the cars going across in front of
us?  Now look up at the traffic light.  Do you see what color is shining
brightest?

"Red!" 

"Madam, you have a very adorable helper there."  Said a man's voice. Then he
spoke directly to Kelly.  "And you Honey, Mommy's Little Helper, you sure
are taking good care of your mother.  So when these cars stop, you take her
across.  Okay?"





Robert Leslie Newman
E-Mail- newmanrl at cox.net
Web Site- thoughtprovoker.info

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New THOUGHT PROVOKER 121- Little Helpers
NFBtalk listers
RE:  Little Helpers
The newest THOUGHT PROVOKER, #121 showcases the relationship between a blind parent and their child who happens to be sighted.  It also ends with an experience they have while out taking care of business.  If you have not read the PROVOKER, it follows.  Recall that I collect responses and post them upon my web site for all the WWW to read and learn from and that URL is-
Http://thoughtprovoker.info
Http://thoughtprovoker.info
  If you wish to receive THOUGHT PROVOKERS sent directly to you, just write me and ask, at-  newmanrl at cox.net
THOUGHT PROVOKER 121
LITTLE HELPERS
"Ready Mommy."  The sweet voice of her four-year-old daughter floated into the bedroom where Kerry completed her dressing and preparations for them to go out for the day.  Stuffing her slate and stylus in the special side pocket of her backpack, checking that her Braille shopping list was there, and the unused note-cards, Kerry answered, "Okay, Sweetie."  Then to further engage her daughter in conversation, loving how this beautiful little girl's vocabulary and curiosity was developing so early, she teased, "By your tone, the way you said that, Mommy has to wonder…are you saying you are ready or are you asking me if I am ready?"
"Mom--mee!  I'm so ready!  I have my purse; I have my shoes on; I have my tiny bear."
"Pink socks?"  Asked Kerry.  Earlier the two of them had worked on matching up clothing according to color.
"Yes!"  Said Kelly, stamping her foot in emphasis.  "You know I really wanted to wear my ducky socks, but the yellow goes with my yellow sandals and not these pink shoes.  And, I’ve got my pink heart bear!”
"Wow. You must look super nice, Sweetie.”
"And I have your white cane, too."  Said Kelly.  Her next statement had the definite tone of child-like sarcasm, "Are you going to wear something white to go with it?" 
“You bet,” said Kerry, “How about my wedding dress?  No, a snowman suit!”  They both were giggling as they left the front porch.  "Mommy, the tulips are open!"  Said Kelly, rushing over to the bed of assorted, brightly colored flowers.
Side-by-side, both kneeling, Kerry reached out but missed finding the intended blossom until Kelly's small hand helped guide her.  "Thank you, Sweetie, sometimes I will need help and you can help Mommy.  But always remember, Mommy's job is to teach you and be responsible for you until you grow up.  So, which color is this one, Miss Crayola Bear?"
"Pink?" 
"Well…Miss Crayola, from that end of the row of tulips, count down to this one for me, please."  Kerry and her husband had planted these bulbs together and just the day before they had looked over the emerging flower buds and Kerry knew the progression of colors along the row.
"One, Two, Three, Four, Five."
"Ahah.  This one is a color like pink, but this shade of pink…remember how you have light and dark pink socks in your drawer?  Well, this is another type of pink and it is called fuchsia."
"Few…she...ah?"
"Fuchsia.  You got it on the first try, Miss Crayola!  Add another color to your color box and good for you!"
On their way, Kerry made it a point to reinforce another lesson the two of them had started working on.  At the first intersection Kerry said, "Now Sweetie, what did Mommy say about crossing a street?" 
"Stop, look, and listen."  Proudly the little girl said.  "Just like your Mommy taught you, and her mommy taught her."
"Very good.  And why do you need to stop?"
"’Cause there might be a car and it would hurt me."
"Yes.  Always be safe, streets are where the cars go; we people walk on the sidewalk.  And why do you need to look?"
"To see if a car is coming."
"Yes, very good.  And why do you need to listen?"
"If you are blind?"  Said Kelly in a serious tone, looking up at her mother.
"Yes, Kelly, that’s how I do it, but how do you think listening might help you?" 
"Ah, I know! If I can't see the car coming?"
"Yes.  Because some streets curve or there are bushes so you cannot see very far to tell if a car is coming."
Later, in the vegetable section at the food mart,  "Hmm, I wonder where they put the apples?"  Kerry said, having found bags of nuts where she knew they’d had apples last week.
"Mommy, can I help?"
"Sure Sweetie.  You find the apple section for us and I'll find the variety we like."
On the way home, at a busy lighted intersection, Kerry asked, again teaching, "Okay, Miss Crayola Bear, see the cars going across in front of us?  Now look up at the traffic light.  Do you see what color is shining brightest?
"Red!"
"Madam, you have a very adorable helper there."  Said a man's voice. Then he spoke directly to Kelly.  "And you Honey, Mommy's Little Helper, you sure are taking good care of your mother.  So when these cars stop, you take her across.  Okay?"
Robert Leslie Newman
E-Mail- newmanrl at cox.net
Web Site- thoughtprovoker.info