This past weekend I was in Ontario, Canada. I did one workshop and two presentations to EC professionals just outside of Toronto. Monday morning, I was invited to spend the morning with a junior kindergarten class in Guelph. Since retirement, it has been two years since I have spent any appreciable time with a group of 3, 4 and 5-year-olds. This story of connections comes from my morning spent in the kindergarten interacting with the children. The story begins as the parents are dropping off their children for school.
The child and the mom are engaged in a dance, the
dropping-off-your-child-for-kindergarten dance. There is
no music but they both know the steps to their singular, but familiar dance. Mom cajoles her son to join in play with the other children inside the fenced-in drop off and play area. The son takes a few steps
through the gate and then quickly returns to cling to his mother. The dance continues for 5 minutes. With each passing minute, the
mother becomes more frustrated and the son becomes more animated.
The teacher knows this dance. He knows the child has collected small rocks
and he offers his coat pocket to hold the rocks. As he offers his pocket, he encourages the
child to join the group. That almost
works, but the child has to do a couple of more dance steps with the mom before finally
accepting the teacher’s overtures.
The bell rings and the children lineup to go inside. I use the term lineup loosely because these
children, who are 3, 4 and 5 years old, have only been attending school for a couple of
weeks. In fact, the boy who has been
collecting stones wanders around a bit more searching for new stones before joining the line on his own terms.
The teacher gets the children moving into the school where
they drop off their backpacks. Once they
have dropped off their stuff, they return to the outdoors. The teacher gathers the children in front of
the shed where they sing a hello song. He opens the shed door and the children help him take out big loose parts that the children can use on the playground.
Things such as trucks, tubes, crates, etc.
While the children are helping to take things out of the
shed, I decide to look for rocks. I
figure I may have a chance to offer the rock-collecting child some
rocks. I immediately
put each rock I find in my pocket. I try to do it so no one notices I am collecting rocks. Shortly after I tuck a third rock in my pocket, the rock collector shows up by my side. He offers
me one of his rocks. I happily accept his offering. That gives me the
opportunity to offer him one of mine. I am not sure if he is surprised that I, too, have rocks, but he is willing to engage in our little game of swapping rocks. He
refuses the first rock and then the second rock. He does accept the third rock; it just happens to be my biggest rock.
With three rocks in my hand---the one he gave me plus the two he did not accept--I order them from biggest to
smallest in the palm of my hand. The child understands
what I am doing and proceeds to find smaller and smaller rocks and sets them in
descending order in my hand until I have seven rocks in my hand from biggest to
smallest. The order is not perfect but
approximate.
I find a tube and I start to put the rocks down the
tube. The tube is only an inch in diameter and flexible. Some rocks
fit in the tube and some do not. The tiniest
ones fall all the way through into the sandbox. However, some of the medium size rocks go in but do not come out the other end. Our investigation reveals that there is something blue stuck in the
tube. When that is removed, anything
that fits in the tube falls out the bottom into the sandbox. This game is great fun and filled with plenty laughter.
Other children come to join our play. At this point, I step back and watch the
children negotiate the tube and the rocks.
They do it quite well without any conflict. I actually move to another part of the play area to engage
with some other children. I thought he
might follow me, but he is perfectly content to play with the others who have
joined his game.
After some time, the teacher blows a whistle to signal that
it is time to go back inside for the snack.
In the hallway, the children change into their inside shoes and grab their
snack from their backpacks. I sit next to
the boy who gathers rocks. We have not
really exchanged a lot of words, but it seems comfortable sitting next to him. After a short time, I go sit at another table
and then a third table just to interact with other children. My movement around the room is both conscious
and unconscious from years of being in an early education classroom.
After snack, we go back outside for recess. As we head out to the playground, the child who gathers rocks
takes my hand to walk outside. I am
surprised and delighted. Once outside again, he does
not want to collect rocks, but asks me to hold a small nylon bag while he fills
it with sand. He offers it to me so I
can see how heavy it is. I give it back
to him and he dumps it out and we start again. I change the game slightly by trying to fill the bag with several different scoops that either work well or not. At one point, he gives me the bag so he can show me how to get big scoops of sand in the bag. He takes the bag back and empties it again. By this time another child
has joined us in filling the bag. This
is my cue to step back and let their play continue without me.
I had the great pleasure of playing and interacting with many children that morning. There was one really intriguing interaction
with another child. A girl got inside a
milk crate and pulled another milk crate over her head so she was fully encased
in a crate capsule of her own making. Everywhere I stationed myself that morning, I would turn around and I found her crawling into her crates.
Was she trying to connect with me in her own way? When I noticed her, I would knock on the top
of the crate and ask where she was. I
always got a smile through the crate. No
words, just a smile. Many children
copied her little game, but she was the only one to follow me around. I finally decided to meet her crate-to-crate.
That is me in the red crate meeting crate-to-crate with the child in the crate capsule. Two people looking at each other through crates was a first for me.
I was struck by how easy it was to make connections with
children in the span of less than two hours. This
tells me that children are always looking to connect with others. For me, the best way to do that is to show an
interest in the children and what they do.
If a child collects rocks, why not collect rocks with him. If a child uses a crate as a safe place from
which to connect, why not go with it. Connections are important because connections lay the foundation for relationships. Relationships, in turn, lay the foundation for all learning.
I want to thank Aaron Senitt for inviting me to join his
class for the morning. It takes a special person to thrive and draw energy from the constant movement and commotion that is a kindergarten
classroom. Aaron is one of them.