Learning How to Tell Time: Make a Clock
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One day The Bee said, “Let’s make a clock. I want to know how to tell time.” And so we did, and she did. That’s pretty much how any kind of math learning happens with her. I can try to sit her down for a mere 5 minutes a day to do a workbook and she will behave as if someone is pulling her teeth out with no anesthesia. But when she gets an idea that she want to learn something, well, nothing can stop her.
So she had some popsicle sticks to use for hands and a very clear idea of how she wanted her clock to look, and before we knew it, we had figured out how to make holes in popsicle sticks so they could be fastened with brads and she had decorated beautiful numbers and she had a lovely clock. She stood back, admiring her work, and asked, “Mommy, isn’t this so great? Will you put it on your blog?” How can I say no to that? Of course, it’s going on the blog right away, sweet Bee.
So, while she traced a dinner plate onto a piece of construction paper and decorated some pretty numbers, Firefly and I grabbed The Husband’s tool box to figure out how to get small holes in popsicle sticks without splitting them. We had success with the drill, although we did split about 6 of them before we got it right.
The Bee colored the sticks and we put a brad through them.
She decorated the clock’s face and we glued it to a piece of cardboard to give it more support.
We used post-its to write the 5 minute increments around the outside face of the clock, sticking them to the back.
We practiced finding times, too, like the times we eat meals and when Daddy comes home from work and what time she goes to bed and so on.
Funny, I was just fretting about this, the teaching of time with this child, thinking she should know this and how was I going to get her interested in learning it. Patience, momma, patience. They do it when they’re ready. This, it seems, is one of the great lessons of homeschooling for me: fret less, be patient, they learn on their own time, not on mine, let go of the ghost of public school past. Breathe.