Teachers of wee ones still have 'show and tell' in the classrooms ; one of the few things that has not gone out with the peanut butter sandwiches and no touch rules.
Wouldn't you just love to be the teacher who gets in on all the family secrets and stories?
Amelia spilled a little secret to her dance instructor yesterday, a personal achievement of hers that heralds the advent of striking pampers off the shopping list. Can you imagine the importance of this achievement in her mind, big enough to share in the learning circle, and more importantly, a safe place to be proud of it. Can you imagine an instructor big enough to celebrate this with her and to invite other children to applaud? A place of no judgement, no criticsm and where others are truly happy for you, with no thread of envy.
So when does this precious stage of innocent showing and telling end? When there is a snicker in the group? When there is an awkward silence? When someone makes fun of it or you and you shut down & close the lid on sharing?
Where do we go with the things that make us proud? Proud of our achievements, a homemade project completed, a well done exam, a sculpture, a photograph, a poem, our spouse, a progress of miniscule size or a success story. Or, conversely, where do we go to share our pain, absolute sadness, or disappoinments?
Wouldn't you just love to be the teacher who gets in on all the family secrets and stories?
Amelia spilled a little secret to her dance instructor yesterday, a personal achievement of hers that heralds the advent of striking pampers off the shopping list. Can you imagine the importance of this achievement in her mind, big enough to share in the learning circle, and more importantly, a safe place to be proud of it. Can you imagine an instructor big enough to celebrate this with her and to invite other children to applaud? A place of no judgement, no criticsm and where others are truly happy for you, with no thread of envy.
So when does this precious stage of innocent showing and telling end? When there is a snicker in the group? When there is an awkward silence? When someone makes fun of it or you and you shut down & close the lid on sharing?
Where do we go with the things that make us proud? Proud of our achievements, a homemade project completed, a well done exam, a sculpture, a photograph, a poem, our spouse, a progress of miniscule size or a success story. Or, conversely, where do we go to share our pain, absolute sadness, or disappoinments?
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