claiming our daze and our days on the prairie
i was stuck behind a train for 8 minutes…
in that time i somewhat frantically scribbled
lists of ideas…
strategies and goals…
hopes and plans for my preschool classes.
how to better do circle time,
how to engage all children,
how to let them lead yet keep the classroom calm,
how to satisfy the longings of different families,
how to stay true to myself,
then i was struck calm.
my job is clear.
to be the peace
i want children to feel the joy of circle time. to feel the smooth carpet beneath folded legs, to look at the names of each other, the fabric of the color of the month, the glow of the lamp, the anticipation of what’s next, the promise of funny things to come, the chance to share a story, the reminder that we can get messy…so i pull kids in with bell and song to join the circle.
and tonight i remembered
that if all a child will feel is the pull,
then he shouldn’t have to come.
she should find joy.
he should find it somewhere else in the room.
knowing she will be found.
knowing he will be helped.
knowing that joy is her’s to have.