I know that kind of makes it sounds like I've got tears in my eyes, or that I'm dying to thrash on the keyboard with my fists, or that I really have nothing to say. Quite to the contrary, I'm sitting here at our kitchen table, the only one awake in our quiet house, enjoying the silence and peace after the last few days of amazing life experiences--for both me and the many important people in my life. No tears tonight (though there were a few this afternoon!), just a decent headache and a mind full of desire to share some of the bigness through blogging.
|Caileigh Elizabeth in Daddy's Arm's, Just 11 Hours Old|
|Heather, Arletta, and little baby Harrington|
Mother Earth School! It's not a traditional photo of her smiling with her school clothes on, lunch box in hand, as I see so many of my friends posting of their super cute kids on facebook. But then again, neither is this school experience--traditional, that is. As we arrived, albeit 10 minutes late because I couldn't pull myself away from my new love at the hospital, everyone was sanding gourds that the kids will use throughout the year for their snack bowls. We were welcomed with smiles and greetings and dove right into sanding and socializing with everyone else. Soon, however, it was time to circle up on the blanket--parents to the side--so the 'Kindergardeners' could encircle and welcome the 'Faery Gardeners' to their new school. Kaya was fascinated, and watched with wide eyes as she sat next to Miss Kelly, who, she'd told me earlier, she really likes. After this warm welcome, it was time to hear the story about the Wise Old Owl, who solicited concerns from various Beings in the forest about what the children might know and might not. "'Wise Old Owl,' asked the plant, 'Will the children know to leave me alone, knowing that, while I might nourish them, some of the other plants may not?" shared Miss Kelly, as the children sat mesmerized around her. "'Whooo. Whooo.,' replied the Wise Owl. 'Yes, the children will know to leave you alone without picking your leaves, even if they've eaten you the day before. They will know to avoid eating anything in the forest until they've asked us first." And so she continued with this beautiful story, constructing the rules for the school in a way that left even parents wondering how guidelines could be presented with such creativity and finesse.
At the end of the day, after they'd gone into the forest to find their gifts from the forest creatures, and returned to us to join us in a picnic, Kaya told me that she'd forgotten to say thank you to Miss Kelly for the purple flower that she'd been given. "Das kannst du ihr morgen sagen," [You can tell her tomorrow,] I told her, concerned about being late for Estella's meeting at the high school. "Neeeeein," [Noooo] she retorted, adamant that she wanted to thank her today. How could I say no to that (after coaching her to ask in a normal voice!)?! So, before we walked out of the forest, Kaya literally ran across the field to Miss Kelly and thanked her for the beautiful flower she'd been given.
What a wonderful entrance to the world of school. Even Estella thinks "it's a really nice preschool," which she shared as we were walking away. As much as I struggled with the idea of German vs. Outdoor Immersion, I'm thus far quite happy with our choice.
It's getting late and tomorrow, as Estella's first day of high school in America, is no exception to our week of big events. So, I better go to bed.
But there are two more things I gotta say.
First of all, how do you balance these amazing feelings of new life with those surrounding a friend in the hospital with cerebral hemorrhaging?! My heart is heavy as I wait to hear more. If I prayed, I'd do it now.
And second, is this.
While getting ready for bed, both tonight and last, Kaya proclaimed "nein!" to the idea of Estella reading her a story. "Ich wiw, dass DU mir eine Geschichte liest! Ich wiw nicht eine Geschichte von ihr!" [I want YOU to read me a story! I don't want a story from her!] Poor Estella. Brand new to the family and directly rejected by the 3 year old host sister. For those of us parents, who remember age 3, we know it means nothing. But to her. Ouch. So, after a few more bedtime hurdles, and an apology or two later, Kaya was finally telling Estella, in German, that she wanted her to read her a story, and was even begging for some songs in German, too. The icing was the hug. And the thank-you that was delivered in English. "Es gibt kein 'Thank You' auf Deutsch," [There is no 'thank you' in German,] she told me, smiling, as I reminded her of our newest language plan.
I knew it would happen--the bonding and relaxation to resistance--but to see it happening so soon, makes me very happy. Like with those babies, it leaves me excited about our future, about trips we can take and the German that they'll speak and the relationships that will develop. It leaves me feeling like, yes, as rocky as it can be in the first few days of hosting a teen with a toddler in the mix, the waves will settle, and in its place, love will reside.
For more detailed information on the Mother Earth School, check out this feature article that details the history, philosophy, curriculum, funding and achievements. They paint a really clear picture of what the kids do during the day (like making candles and spinning wool from the sheep they shear!).
To learn more about Outdoor Immersion Programs in general, including the definition, the academics, the Real Lessons, and the other reasons to send your child to an outdoor preschool, check out this article on msn.com!