I revisit this blog in honor of Silas today on his birthday, because he is still a sponge at 7.
My friend, Denise, gave Silas an Usborne book on Ancient Egypt. The first time he got his hands on it, he sat down and looked at it for a solid 90 minutes.
"Where is my Egypt book?" he regularly asks. And if he corners you with it in hand, you are doomed for the next hour to read to him about Ancient Egypt. "But don't show the mummy pages," he orders.
"Tell Denise I am going to beat her with that book," Mom Dot teases. She is Silas' slave, and will answer his every beck and call—even if it means reading the same book every day.
"Let's teach about Egypt," Silas said one night after dinner a few weeks ago. "What am I?" He lay down on the floor and crossed his arms.
"A mummy!" I say.
"Right! Now who am I?" he says, pointing to his chin, then bringing his hand down as if growing a beard.
"King Tut!" I say.
"That's right," he says. "Now what am I?" he asks, forming himself into a statue that I somehow guess is a Sphinx. He is delighted.
A few days later he woke up crying from his nap, “I want to go to Egypt.”
“It’s too far away,” I say. “Let’s just play Egypt.” With some persuasion, he settles for pretending and reading his book.
I am originally from Memphis, and recently Silas spotted a picture of Memphis on my bathroom wall with a Pharaoh in the background. “An Egypt picture!” he exclaimed. I took it down. He took it to his room.
“Is that a pyramid?” he said from the back seat of the van last week, pointing to the dollar bill Mom Dot was holding in the front seat. He was right. There is a pyramid on every dollar bill.
“Say it with me, Mom,” Silas said this morning while getting dressed.“School, Egypt, home.” I am fairly certain he was trying to trick me into taking a little detour on the way home from school today.
Preschoolers are like sponges, someone said, soaking up everything they can. My homeschooling years taught me to take every opportunity that arises to teach my kids something. Right now it is Egypt, next month (we all hope) it will be something else.
As summer comes, keep teaching your kids. Home school even if you don’t home school a friend told me once.
That’s just good advice—no matter what the subject.
Silas with his nose in a book.