Our days have finally become consistent once again after the big move and I can assure you it feels so very good. Little boys that are rested. A mama that occasionally has a moment to gather her thoughts before the scampering feet arrive. A home with everything in its place and a place for everything (ok, maybe not everything). A general feeling of rhythm, routine, and calm has come over this home and I quite like it.
Part of that has included a waldorf inspired circle in the morning. Though I never believed I would have the tenacity to keep something like this up, it has become a part of our day that I truly treasure. It gives my boys at least an hour of focused mama time where chores are done together and where I don’t try and pick up around their play. We dance, we sing, we play hand games, we do yoga, we recite simple poems/verses, we paint, we bake bread and generally have a good time. And though I do indeed admit a full on love affair with the waldorf philosophy, truth be told my boy feels the same way about something else, he loves letters! I have put no emphasis on them whatsoever yet he hardly draws a picture without declaring it looks like one. “It’s a half an “A” mama! It’s an upside down “M” mama! It’s a “T” for uncle T mama!”, he announces. And the list goes on and on. While I believe that literacy begins with a love of stories rather than a focus on phonics, I can’t deny my little one of something so solid that he feels inclined towards. So I have begun teaching him a few letters here and there, basing a couple unique projects around them, and sometimes picking up a book that happens to have a story with that certain letter’s involvement.
And we read Fledgling and made fairy wands and built an incredible fort (one whom I enjoy being in so much it deserves an entire post of its own). Overall it was a lovely week. I feel certain this inclination towards letters will be something he dives in and out of during his preschool aged years, but I don’t intend on putting all our focus on them either. I believe his imagination will be best preserved through play and storytelling and movement and adventure and life in general. And we will continue to do lots more of that too.
Oh not much has changed over the last two decades. I believe my imagination has been preserved quite well. I use to play pretend teacher on a regular basis making intensive “workbooks” for this pretty lady when she was Miles age and now look at her; All grown up sitting on my couch loving my boy. These two they are something else I promise you.