Showing posts with label Linda Rutter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Linda Rutter. Show all posts

Tuesday, 22 May 2012

A snippet from Themba Tshabalala, one of our parent workshop facilitators


"On my way home on the train, I shared a seat with one of the Mothers from the parent workshop, and she had her daughters with her. They were doing paired reading together. That was sweet" X Themba

Themba and Linda, enjoying 'Lizo's Song.'

Parent Workshop, Claremont Primary, May 2012


Linda Rutter and her team ran a workshop at Claremont on Saturday. Linda sent me the following feedback from a mom who spoke to her on her way out...

“I nearly didn’t come today.  It was so cold and wet and I didn’t want to come out, but I’m very glad I did.  I now have simple tools to help my child with reading.  I didn’t realise it was so easy to help her, I’m very excited to be going home with this knowledge.” Magical things are happening.







Thursday, 17 May 2012

Re-visiting the Inner Child....


A fly-on-the-wall observation from Linda Rutter, our Parent Workshop facilitator:...'Parents were keenly involved in the process.  Playing the games with them really worked.  At one point I stopped them and asked, “How are you feeling?” to which they unanimously replied, “Great!” 
There were regular outbursts of laughter and they had FUN – some of them said the last time they played a game was when they were a child.

Wednesday, 16 May 2012

A Personal Breakthrough


A lovely bit of feedback from Linda Rutter on the parent workshop from Saturday the 12th: 

'A father approached me after the workshop to say that he realised he was expecting too much of his child.  His child is still young, and cannot be expected to know everything all at once.  He committed to being more patient and understanding with his son and to supporting him as much as possible.  Here was a man who throughout the workshop listened intently and deeply, asked pertinent questions and internalised the message.  I left with the feeling that his relationship with his son was about to blossom...'