Perhaps it was the ice storm that left the playground like a skating rink nestled among trees. Or perhaps it was the freezing temperatures day after day, because we have not been outside at school. Whatever the reason, today was a day not to be remembered. By mid morning I felt cranky. So did the children. I did the best thing I could do, picked up a book that was tuned into the moment- No, David, by David Shannon.
I was feeling just like David’s mother. The children must have been feeling like David. We read the book together six times. Six! Then we laughed. Then we belly laughed.
The children have been moving and jumping and singing for days. Today they were tired of their favorite songs. They began fighting over their favorite toys. Even the best Beanie Babies were left on the floor. Yelling? Pushing? Yup! Children who don’t cry cried. When a child pushed another child at our Morning Meeting, I stopped to say that pushing is not okay. She stuck her tongue out at me.
I must have looked sad or shocked. I had no words. I was stunned. Before I could do anything, children stood up and came to give a big hug. Unprompted. They just did it.