Erica Richmond @pixiepaperdoll7
My kids and I have deemed ourselves “Team Adventurers” in honour of our everyday backyard adventures. To expand (or at least dream of expanding) our exploration, I bought us a world map and stuck it to the wall. It is laminated and has a picture of each country’s flag around the perimeter. I also bought coloured dot stickers. The idea is that we each get a different colour and can stick a dot everywhere we want to travel. Once we fulfill our travel destination we will make a mark on the sticker. (And Martha Stewart help me; I’m even going to create a legend on the map.)
My ever-rampant wanderlust appears to be genetic and the map is covered in dots. We talk about visiting the places we’ve read about in books. We are lucky to live in a community that is rich in cultural diversity; this makes us even more curious about the world.
We were predetermined to travel.
Our map is a great conversation piece. I often find the kids hanging out in front of it, reading out names of places and searching for home countries of their school-friends.
But just when I think I have raised the most culturally aware and sophisticated children, I hear some off-the-wall and wince-worthy commentary:
- “Does anyone know where ‘No-Man’s Land’ is?”
Have you checked Scooby Doo?
- “Where is the Toronto flag?”
shhh… don’t let our friends outside of the GTA hear you say that!
- “I’m looking for Jewish. No wait. That’s just for French people.”
What does this even mean?
- “Geez Mom, are you going to put a dot on EVERY country?”
Yes I am.
- “Po-land. That’s not even a real country. Po. Land. It is? hmm.. Hey, if you added an extra ‘O’ it would be Poo-land. heeheeheehee”
Boys and bathroom humour… (this also extends to his little sister)
And so, the learning journey continues.