It started last week. Dolls. It is growing in ways teachers hadn’t imagined. We rotate our dramatic play area frequently, and it’s been a while since it was our traditional housekeeping area with a play kitchen and dolls. Hey, we went to space and turned dramatic play into the inside of a spacecraft. Then, we had an Indian market with beautiful gold items and peacock feathers. Then, we had a robot building area.
Out of the blue, Lachlan asked about the dolls. He wanted a doll. As soon as we brought out our two dolls, everyone wanted to play with them. We had to use a timer and give children turns. Two dolls were not enough. Even adding Gloria to the dolls didn’t solve the problem. At lunchtime I told Lachlan about my dolls at home- my childhood Raggedy Ann and Andy, and my daughter’s Cabbage Patch dolls.
“Jennie, If you bring them in, I can take care of them.” My goodness. Of course I brought in my dolls! I can’t remember the last time children were so engaged.
As I showed children my Raggedy Ann and Raggedy Andy, James said, “Jennie, Gloria has the same socks.” Yes, she does! Harry said, “They have the same black eyes as Gloria.” Yes! Children always notice first.
Lucy and Maya were the first to reach out and embrace the dolls.
Then, the classroom became a school for the dolls. It started as Lucy School. She pulled chairs over to the easel for the dolls to go to school. She used the pointer. Other children wanted to go to Lucy School, too.
Teachers stood back and watched what was happening. Give children opportunities, and the world becomes their oyster.
Hannah wasn’t at Lucy School because she was loving the dolls.
Love. Dolls. Lucy School. Isn’t it wonderful?