day two of our return to school
we all find comfort in our own way
a donkey, a pillow, a bus, a dragon
each makes all the difference to someone.
“cure sometimes, treat often, comfort always.”
today is the first day back at school
i imagine the kinder calmly gliding into nature with me
all possibilities are on the table
could be more like the picture below
most likely will fall somewhere in between.
“today is a most unusual day, because we have never lived it before; we will never live it again; it is the only day we have.”
-william arthur ward
photo credits: vintage pinterest, gamma-keystone london
fifteen months old
back to the baby book we go
another precursor to my future
pretty accurate then and now.
not so much the running.
“walks and runs real well. understands almost anything you tell her. climbs on everything.
also started kissing at 15 months.”
– my mom
“once we believe in ourselves, we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight,
or any experience that reveals the human spirit.”
– e. e. cummings
*Jean Piaget (1896-1980) in his office.
Shout out to all those who didn’t tidy their office before the start of the school year.
“simple solutions seldom are. it takes a very unusual mind to undertake analysis of the obvious.”
-alfred north whitehead
*Piaget’s (1936) theory of cognitive development explains how a child constructs a mental model of the world. He disagreed with the idea that intelligence was a fixed trait, and regarded cognitive development as a process which occurs due to biological maturation and interaction with the environment.
credit: modern language association
from the rhythm and music section of my baby book:
“loves to hear record player going or any music at 15 months.
attempts to dance to it and complains when music stops.”
not one part of this has changed except for my age.
“music and rhythm find their way into the secret places of the soul.”
standing in my yard
small among the birch trees
i would slowly peel away the bark
creating the most delicate pieces of beautiful paper
a gift from the tree
uncurled and waiting to be my papyrus.
“out of sight above the house, the mirror moon reflected the sun of a day not yet dawned,
shining the pale light of tomorrow on the yard and on the paper birches.”
image credit: white birch fragrance oil
what an honor and a pleasure
to have spent two days
with intelligent caring educators from many places
share, discuss, question, wonder, listen,
learn from each other
respectful, compassionate, joyful, creative, curious, playful, democratic classrooms
for young children
where they begin
to discover and grow a love of learning
about the world near and far
preparing them for what is beyond
this comforting place
they call school.
“the limit of your present understanding
is not the limit of your possibilities.”