Art and Children

In the past week I’ve been to two exhibitions which were aimed at children. Both exhibitions were great one for children and another by school children. I happened to be passing Draiocht in Blanchardstown and came across the exhibition ‘A History of Play’ by Eamon O’Kane which allows children play.

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I thought it was a really creative exhibition and really included children in a way that I had never seen before.

I also was lucky enough to pop into the National Gallery in Dublin and saw a lovely exhibition called Imagining Ireland in 2116. Children in primary and secondary schools had entered pictures into a competition with the winners been shown in the national gallery.

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It was interesting to see what children thought Ireland would be like in 2116. I particularly liked a picture with The General Email office and Mars Lingus.

Not every child is very academic but there is no limit to creativity. I think it is so important that exhibitions are made more child friendly in some way to hopefully inspire children to think outside the box and continue with creative projects. Overall I am very happy being able to see more art and find wonderful exhibitions like these ones.


Losing a Pet



It is a very odd feeling losing a pet especially one that my family shared 13 years of their lives with. Spotty was a wonderful black and white cat who always put a smile on my face. In the end he got very sick and I hope now he is now at rest.

A pet if looked after properly becomes part of the family in so many ways. When my Dad died my family became 8 but now it is 7 which doesn’t sound right at all. I wonder how my cat Smokey will cope in the long run and how we will all cope?

I am an animal lover and believe in the benefits of having a pet in any family. A pet can teach children responsibility and compassion. Cats are also pretty good at lowering blood pressure and sometimes can detect when blood sugar levels are low in a person. The way a person looks after an animal tells you a lot about their own nature.

I will miss everything about Spotty his purring, laziness and lovely fluffy fur. I now hope my two cats Spotty and Garfield are happy together again.


Feeling Old

I am starting to feel kind of old now since I’ve moved home. Only a month ago I was one of the youngest teachers in the school, wasn’t married and had no children of my own. Now I’m home I feel quite different and so much more older than than my brothers and sister.

I’ve lived abroad for nearly eight years independently and am used to sorting my own daily life out. Only looking after myself has a certain freedom you only think about yourself and what you need day to day. If things don’t work out it’s fine you’re by yourself no ones complaining.

In the past month my priorities have completely shifted to caring about myself mostly, to thinking about what my family needs day to day. While I get ready for work in the morning I wake everyone else up going to school or university. I leave work thinking do we need milk or any other groceries in the house. Not so long ago I went home thinking dinner and then more school work.

I recently mentioned to my sister about feeling very satisfied at conquering the pile of laundry her reply was “that really isn’t something I’m too worried about at my age.” I felt so old in that moment. My mind is concerned with whether everyone has dinner, clothes are washed and the house is clean.


I worry about everyone in my house and whether they are okay. When my Dad died I knew things would be different but I didn’t expect that I would move home and support everyone in so many ways. What I imagined in my head would happen when I moved back is not what has materialised at all. I worry about everyone especially my Mum who has yet to figure out her nexts steps in life.

Who knows what my nexts steps will be but my family will be part of them more than ever.


Adults and Children

Since moving home and taking a break from teaching the same question keeps popping up in my head are adults emotionally more mature than children? As a child you learn to communicate in many different ways and how feelings can affect the way you do things. But as an adult do we really use what we have learnt as a child to help us navigate through life?

There has been so many times I have talked to a child about communication and how powerful it can be in solving issues. Time and time again I have talked about how their actions can affect how people perceive them. Repeating these lessons hopefully helps them maneuver their way around the playground and keep them from doing silly things which will result in broken friendships.

But, as adults do we really communicate how we feel enough or even understand our emotions? On many occasions I’ve been asked what is that child is trying to communicate with their behaviour and then I start to think what are the people around me trying to communicate to others? When people around me stop talking or just get angry I become worried and want to help. I become frustrated at my inability to help even though I’m thinking of numerous different ways I might be of support. I may be on a break from teaching but I still feel that same overwhelming need to help others around me even though I might not be able to much.

I just wonder do we ever really mature enough to understand our own emotions?

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