I am an educator who has been schooled.
He lies next to me
Adorable and yummy
Curious and engaged
Full of ideas
With a very deliberate charge
He is a thinker
And I can’t help but wonder why we take learning
Out of the home and fully entrust it to institutions
Now, I’m a teacher
And this is not a post to disparage organized learning
There is power in collaboration
Power in discovery
Power in being around peers
Power in play, imagination
But today, I feel the power of togetherness.
They call it parallel-play in psychology
Engaged in different activities
Enjoying each other’s company, space
Our space was the bed
Uniformed in pajamas
He was watching original Mickey Mouse footage
I was attempting to organize my digital files.
We watched together
I paused the TV to point out that a scene from the movie was similar to one we had read earlier—a scarecrow covered in crows.
I’ll teach him about irony later, when he is three and a half…
Our conversation was no different than the ones I’d have with my Kindergarten students, meandering through ideas, working our musings out, imaginary, playful, curious, serious.
This space was sacred, indeed!
And the comfort was built in
There was no exercise in “establishing rapport”
I did establish more cuddles!
Childhood happens once.
It confuses me when parents rush to mottle it with “rigor”
I think they mean vigor
Rigor is short for rigor mortis—which is how I feel when people ask me for it.
Love and learning happen in soft moments, blurred moments, peaceful moments.
At the very least memory happens during rest.
And what will he remember from this day?
I know it will be love.
The coolness & comfort of being together
Taking moments to observe
These are the moments when plants grow
This is life
And the only thing about life that mirrors school
I was happy to be here with him.
He’s up from nap.
Here he comes now!