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Sunday, April 15, 2012

Just A Moment



Still trying to complete my research under a tight deadline. Don't know if I will make it. I'm asking myself if it is the end of the world to need more time?

Just a little photo story this week...

Learning to wait is a valuable lesson.



 It smells so good. (Mmmm.)








It looks so good. (Uh huh.)



And oh how good it will taste when he makes juice for himself. Be patient, little one.

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

From Calm to Chaos in 10 Seconds

My plan for the next few weeks has been to toss up some photos from time to time, as I've been buried in work. I've finished a study, analyzed results, and am attempting to write it all up in a somewhat cohesive way. Easier said than done! But today, our classroom was so hilarious, that I just had to write a few words about it. 

For the last couple of years, our children have been so normalized that the work cycle has been a breeze. We have felt that we could invite literally any observer, without trepidation, as the children know the ropes so well that they are a model Montessori group. We've actually gotten almost cocky about this notion. Ha! How we had forgotten that the equilibrium in the Montessori environment, that bubble, that work-full hum, can just pop and all heck can break loose. Today we were reminded...

A few weeks ago, we moved a little one into our group. She is two, full of gusto and determination, and already adored by all the other children. I have to mention her name because it adds to the aura of our calamities this morning. Her name is "Jurnee," however, a number of the other young children believe her name to be, "Germy." This is because, as you may have noticed if you are an educator of young ones, children have built a certain glossary of terms that they know in their minds by around age three; if something sounds similar, they always use their known word instead of the new one. That's why we have "metal insects," and "allergy eater fish," and the "Vampire State Building." (By the way, I would love to hear your favorite children's derivations of the english language - send to me in comments and I will post!) So...this morning as soon as I arrived, I felt the children's energy. They were a bit frenetic. There is so much going on around our school, as parents are preparing for our annual Italian Dinner/Raffle Fundraiser. Parents are lingering at school, discussing details, hurrying to complete projects, and the children feel it.  So far, little Jurnee has hardly caused a ripple in our classroom, and is quite focused and loves to work. But this week, in our studio, real canvases have been placed about, with many colors of acrylic paint for the oldest children. Every year they create one masterpiece each to be auctioned at our fundraiser. Jurnee has been quite unable to leave the paint alone. So my cooperating teacher, who is extremely skilled and well-trained, suggested we put some shaving cream out for Jurnee to finger paint in. I agreed that this was a fine idea, and she occupied herself for a time. Then she discovered that if she clapped her hands together hard, shaving cream flew about wildly and landed on all of her friends who were working at adjacent tables! The working children let out shrieks as the cream flew onto them. This delighted Jurnee! Our little boy who has sensory issues was standing near the scene of the crime. He had a look of pure horror on his face. Jurnee saw this and loved it. She jumped up with her hands loaded with shaving cream, and proceeded to move toward the little boy with her hands raised ala monster. This little boy who has an aversion to anything making contact with his person or his clothing, began to run, howling, "Noooo Germy, No!" Jurnee, giggling wildly, set chase. Mind you, this was happening over a few seconds, but the effect was stunning. Order dissolved. Chaos ensued. They made a loop around the room, and the next thing I knew the little boy had thrown himself through the air and was climbing me as if I was a tree! He made it to the top and held his knees up tightly, and Jurnee was apprehended by Miss Heather. Did I mention that our classroom dog was in pursuit, running after the two? When all of the children and teachers finally closed our mouths, I got the giggles. After my climber was assured that the little anarchist would not put shaving cream on him, I unglued him from me, and he slid down and sat on my shoe. As he walked away, I noticed a big blob of green paint on his bum. I looked down at my shoe and saw this...

Our dog, Sputnik, has green paws as well... No idea about the origin of the blob of green paint, but there was a commotion of floor scrubbing that followed. Now just what would a person think, who happened to drop in, during that two minutes? That Montessori! What a free-for-all!

THE RINGLEADER

A young man, who had no Montessori training, once shared his experience with subbing at a Montessori school. He said some children worked, while another group got out all the food from practical life, prepared a feast, then strapped paper plates to their feet and skated about the room. I remember being amazed that this could happen, and felt bad that it was his first experience with Montessori. Today, as I thought of his tale, I laughed all over again at his descriptions and my images of his day in the prepared environment. It works beautifully, almost all of the time, if adults are well-trained. But, as I was reminded today: We still have to be "prepared" for anything! Just keep your cool and never let them see you sweat.

SOME LOVELY OUTDOOR SPRING PLAY AND WORK











Wednesday, March 14, 2012

We Win Some, We Lose Some, But, Oh, The Ones We Win

We're losing one. Oh it's happened before, and undoubtedly, will happen again. I should be used to it-- not dwell so much on how much the child will miss. And how much I'll miss the child. I'm as frank as I can possibly be when I give the initial parent tour of our school. After I've shown all of the beautiful materials that Dr. Montessori designed to serve every single child, at every conceivable stage of their development, after I've explained our beautiful natural history shelf that spans half the length of the room, upon which there is a living plant or creature which represents each kingdom, after I give a demonstration with the magnificent bell cabinet, and show my timeline of musical composers with CD's from which the children can choose to hear, representing primitive drums, medieval chants, classical to contemporary, after I've shown the amazing cooking and art experiences offered to the child, after I've shown and explained all of this, and so much more...the richest, warmest of environments designed to nurture intellect, body and spirit, I tell them this: Montessori is not preparation for traditional kindergarten. It is preparation for life. I even go so far as to say, "If you are thinking of enrolling your child for a year or two, and transferring to traditional kindergarten, you are doing your child a disservice. I would rather the child attend a traditional preschool, than come here, flourish in preparation for our kindergarten, and then be plunked into a seat at a desk to learn ABC and 1, 2, 3." This, I feel, is as honest and sincere as I can be. I am serious about Montessori education, and I want our parents to take it seriously as well. I want them to understand why they are choosing Montessori, so I go out of my way to explain this.

For a time, we had parents sign a contract that stated they understood this, and they paid a two hundred dollar deposit to be held in escrow until the first month of their child's kindergarten year at our school. This did appear to make an impression, but in the last few years, I've seen a generation of young parents who don't mind fudging the paperwork, or losing their two hundred dollar deposit. They don't get it, and I used to take it all upon myself, lie awake at night trying to figure out how I could have educated them to grasp the fact that this environment means the world to their child. How could I have made them see?

Some years ago, I purchased Tim Seldin's Finding A Perfect Match. Our enrollment was good at the time, and I found the information to be helpful. I think the concept of seeking compatible families is a sound idea. I felt encouraged that we would keep all of our families through kindergarten, as I selected parents who I assumed got it. Unfortunately the results have been about the same. At each year's end, our staff agonizes over whether or not particular children will get the opportunity to complete their Montessori early childhood education.

A puzzler is that sometimes the families who leave are parents who want the best "pre-school" in town, but feel compelled to place their child into real school kindergarten! From feast to famine...

Dr. David Elkind once stated that it is the kindergarten year in which a child develops either a "sense of industry," or a "sense of inferiority." I know this is true. I've seen children in public kindergarten be crushed by not making it to the bathroom, because they had to raise their hand, or because their handwriting was not strong, or because they were afraid to break a rule. I've seen them do worksheet after worksheet when they have not been prepared to hold a pencil. (And yes, perhaps by the end of the year they learn to write to 20 or 50 or to 100, but can they actually count those numbers?) They immediately begin to compare themselves to others, compete against instead of strive with--rather than have the opportunity to build themselves, with the help of their friends as they do in Montessori. I remember this happening to me as a child, I've seen it in my own children, my grandchildren, and in children of friends. It is precisely what Trevor Eissler describes in his video. That spark, that eagerness to learn simply begins to diminish.

My only solution to this is consistent, perhaps constant parent education. I go into family homes, help them to set up spaces that encourage and allow the child to develop her independence. I talk about the fact that the most successful individuals are those who had consistent daily, weekly and monthly chores. I show films and we hold workshops. We ask parents to observe often, and most are greatly impressed. They are not, however, trained in child development for the most part, so they do not fully understand the sheer magic they are seeing. So I realize that all of these measures may not be enough to convince the parents that their child needs to finish the crucial year for which we have so carefully prepared him. Some might say that money is the biggest factor, but I have proven that it is not. A few times I have offered particular families a scholarship for kindergarten. A free ride for the most important journey the child takes in early childhood. For I truly believe, as Elkind does, that character, self-worth, leadership, and an unshakable can-do spirit is formed during this kindergarten year. Academic skills that have been building are solidified at this time as well, and that is wonderful. But I'm most concerned with the spirit of the child. And you know what? These families have passed anyway. So what can one who loves Montessori education and reveres the child do? Keep trying. The factory model of education is crumbling. We have a scientific method of education. Proven. Evidence-based. But until people are better informed about the developmental needs of children everywhere, we shall have to wait, and, yes, worry as I do. And keep trying.

The child who will leave us at the end of term has flourished in our environment. Her parents realize this, but also disagree with some of our ideas, like the ill effects that media has upon young children. So, perhaps it is for the best. (But if I could just find a way to make them see!)

Last week I was working with their child with matching the pink tower to the brown stair. This was surprisingly very difficult for her. She didn't seem to understand bigger, or smaller, or grasp the relationship between the objects at all. Then suddenly she began to click, and fell in love with the game of carrying the pink cube a few feet to the brown stair prism that was exactly the same. After she got a few of them right, she bounced up, and announced to everyone in the room: "This is a beautiful place!" Yes it is, honey.

P.S. ACTUALLY, truth be told, most of our students do end up staying for kindergarten. And each year  a couple of students stay for first grade, which is as high as we go. So why do I dwell on the families that leave? Because I am obsessive about Montessori, and want it for every single child in the world...

For fun, let's look at one who has been with us since she was two, and is finishing first grade this term. Her two sisters before her stayed as well. All I can say is, "Look out world. These girls are coming, and they know who they are!" They are Montessori!

SCROLL DOWN AND WATCH A MONTESSORI CHILD BUILDING HERSELF!

 
  



  
 

 
  
 


Saturday, March 3, 2012

Take a Walk

"It is high time that movement came to be regarded from a new point of view in educational theory. Especially in childhood we misunderstand its nature, and a number of mistaken ideas make us think of it as something less noble than it actually is. As a part of school life, which gives priority to the intellect, the role of movement has always been sadly neglected. When accepted there at all, it has only been under the heading of 'exercise,' 'physical education' or 'games.' But this is to overlook its close connection with the developing mind (Montessori, p.125, 1949).

I like to read this paragraph again and again. One, because neuroscience and early childhood practioners took a very long time to catch up with Dr. Maria. Two, because we adults still need to be informed and/or reminded of this: Children are developing their minds, bodies, characters and spirits through their movements. Movement is a given in the Montessori environment, but how about in the child's daily life at home? Who has not remarked that one does not often see children outside playing anymore? Part of the problem stems from parental fears of injury or abduction. Another component is time spent with media. We discuss this with our parents, and emphasize the child's need for free play outdoors, and for slightly more structured walks with parents. (Not going to write about screen time yet, suffice to say that I personally feel that the child should have no time with media of any kind until after age five.) We ask parents to give their children time each day, if possible, in all kinds of weather, to play outdoors. We also ask them to take them for walks: Around the yard, around the block, around the neighborhood, through the town, and into the woods. I will always remember a conference with a parent where we were indicating that the child had particular developmental and cognitive delays that we thought could be improved by walking. In shock, she said to us, "Without a stroller?!" Yes please, without a stroller!

Walking with Children


When the child first begins to walk, little forays about the yard are a good start. But as the child develops ability, long walks in a park or woods are wonderful. Be aware, though, that this is a perfect opportunity to offer the child rich language, so if one is not well-versed in nature, I suggest purchasing several inexpensive field guides. As the child grows, he or she will want more information, so be prepared!

"The Amateur Naturalist," by Gerald Durrell is good to have on hand, as well as Peterson and Golden Book Field Guides. Children also love to simply leaf through these books. You will be surprised at the conversations you might have.


I always recommend a child-sized nature table be placed in the child's room, for displaying their finds. Parents should write labels for their objects, and later children might love to begin collections. Older children should be provided with a sketch books and pencils for drawing their finds.

Read 'Anna's Table' by Eve Bunting

Also, go to the library or purchase developmentally appropriate, great non-fiction books for your child, with focus on nature, animals, community, biomes, etc.

Celma Pinho Perry notes in her book, 'The Cosmic Approach', "So the first development of the child - searching to become a human being he is called to be - depends essentially on the family: father, mother, brothers and sisters, relatives, neighbors. Are we as parents fully aware of our world? It is through our awareness that the child will be introduced to the world" (Perry, p.2).





You might find a beautiful slug. Read about them - they are amazing creatures!

I have always loved the lesson that Dr. Montessori gave her young teachers when they complained that there was "nothing to do or see" outside. I can just see her. She whisked the children outdoors with her and had them engaged in observation and discovery in a small area occupying just a few feet in nature. There is plenty to see outside if you look. Really look. Don't think about your work, or troubles, or wants--just look quietly.

At our school we are fortunate to have a natural playground that offers plenty of opportunities for play, work, observation and discovery. We enhance the children's playground and gardening experiences with a weekly walk. We are firm, loving guides, so the children know that in order to take the walks, they must adhere to our safety rules while respecting properties we pass. We walk at a child's pace, older children holding younger children's hands. We aren't hooting and hollering because we've escaped for recess. We are on a mission of discovery, so we are relatively quiet, so as not to scare animals away or bother neighbors.

We loved this gentleman, who shook every single child's hand.
 He has since passed away, and we miss meeting him on our walks.

Sometimes we decide to head south to the Forest Preserve and beyond. When we head west, we always wave to our neighbor who is usually outside fixing things, and sometimes we converse about his repairs. We see cornfields in various stages of growth, or lying fallow. We used to walk east and explore a creek, but we do not do this often anymore because of a cranky neighbor who put up a private sidewalk sign on a sidewalk that was city property since I was a child. Sad. But we do head north, up State Street quite often for good experiences. This week as we departed from our little school, we noted that the wind was picking up, and we could tell by watching our Metamorphosis Montessori School flag whip about, that the wind was coming from the SW. Up the street we went, enjoying the gusts. The children want to stop and see everything, and we do. This week we counted our favorite ancient sycamores. There are eleven. Each sycamore received a hug - from each child. (One of these trees stirs a memory that, of course, I didn't share with the children. When I was 12, walking home from school, a boy who "liked" me popped around from that sycamore tree and kissed me on the cheek!) Sights, sounds, and smells in nature can evoke such stirring memories in us. We must not deprive children of these connections to nature.


We admire roots on maples that make a good seat for a child, and incredible maple bark formations. I said that if I were a wee insect, I might like to live in those deep cracks. Another child exclaimed, "No! A woodpecker might eat you!" Ah...how they remember everything we read... We see buds already. We can recognize the sound of a tufted titmouse, and we see milkweed seeds blowing above us. We wave at many people - joggers, walkers, UPS trucks, and the Mail Carrier receives much love and attention. A four year old boy was worried that she was leaving her truck parked and walking far, (to him,) to deliver mail to the houses. He said, "But she might get lost." He was deeply concerned for her. I could tell he was thinking about himself as well, and was fearful of being lost. We noticed a woman driving by with her Yorkie at the wheel with her. We waved and she lowered her window and stopped for us to look and say hello. We asked if her dog was a Yorkie, and she told us it was indeed. We have realistic matching dogs on our language shelf at school, and the children were happy to see a real Yorkie. She also told us that it was going to the groomer for a haircut. That made the children giggle, we waved goodbye, and told her thank you for stopping.

On our way back to school, we noticed several of the architectural styles that we just read about, and looked at doors and jams. Children have been cutting doors to glue to their own paper houses, and the jam is difficult to glue! And then, here came the mail carrier. My little friend was relieved as we all told her goodbye and waved at her for the umpteenth time. She wasn't lost, and neither were we.


M O R E to think about...

Nature needs children. We have all heard from numerous sources that our planet’s ecosystems are imperiled. It has been shown that children have heard about the damage that’s been done, and are actually frightened by the barrage of negative information that they are exposed to in regard to the environment. They know, for example, that destruction of rainforests is a really bad thing. Richard Louv explains, “Many of the kids we are scaring about nature have had precious few opportunities to directly experience its joys and mysteries.  Striking fear in people does not necessarily help them to be motivated to take action.  On the contrary, we believe that in developing a love of nature, children will become the impassioned adults that the planet needs as stewards. Rather than overwhelming people with bad news that makes us feel helpless, we can help adults and children alike to understand more about the natural world.  As naturalist Robert Michael Pyle writes, ‘What is the extinction of a condor to a child who has never seen a wren?’” The fact is that most children, (and adults for that matter,) do not know the names of common birds or plants that are right outside their doors! Children love and need to name things. They develop a keen interest in the naming of things, as part of the system they use to build themselves—creating order and understanding of the world around them. However, with the frenzied pace of daily family life, this particular need of children is often not addressed. For instance, “In one study, 8-year-old children were better able to identify Pikachu, Metapod, and Wigglytuff (characters from the Japanese card-trading game Pokemon) than common neighborhood flora or fauna, such as local oak trees”  (Balmford, Clegg, Coulson & Taylor (as cited in Driessnack, 2009, p.73). “Imagine a satisfactory love relationship with someone whose name you do not know. I can’t. It is perhaps the quintessentially human characteristic that we cannot know or love what we have not named. Names are passwords to our hearts, and it is there, in the end, that we find the room for the whole world” (Gruchow, P. , 1995, p. 130).





References


Driessnack, Martha. (2009) Children and nature –deficit disorder. Journal for Specialists in Pediatric Nursing, (14)1, 73-75.

Gruchow, Paul. (1995) Grass roots: The universe of home. Minneapolis, MN: Milkweed Editions.

Louv, Richard. (2008) Last child in the woods: Saving our children from nature deficit discorder. New York, NY: Algonquin.

Louv, Richard. (2006) leave no child inside. Sierra, (91)4, 1-4.

Saturday, January 21, 2012

Have You Ever Heard of Montessori?

How does it happen that a comprehensive, insightful, scientific method of educating each human being to his or her potential, gets brushed under the rug for half a century? I mention this because sometimes when I am presenting Montessori to parents, students and others, someone inevitably asks a question like, "If Montessori is so great, why isn't it everywhere?" My answer is usually short, and includes information like, "Actually Montessori is everywhere, but is usually limited to the private sector - although public schools are experimenting with charters, and some cities, like Milwaukee, WI  have chosen Montessori education for their public school model." (As I said, that's the short and sweet answer. The authentic answer is more complex, and more down and dirty.) Then I usually give the questioner a few numbers and some statistics about the people who have attended Montessori schools, and the people who choose Montessori schools for their children. I might say something like, "...Today there are over 17,000 Montessori schools worldwide including thousands of preschools in the USA and hundreds of Montessori schools in the U.S. at the K-8 level" (Petter-Lipstein, 2011, p.488). People who want and can afford a state-of-the-art education for their children often choose Montessori. I also mention Montessori success stories like Jeff Bezos and the Google Boys, because, I have learned that the current generation relates well to that type of information. That's my spiel... I don't go into the details of Dr. Maria Montessori's vast contributions to human society over a lifetime spent excelling, achieving, advocating, struggling, and succeeding in transforming - actually inventing - a scientific approach toward the education of young children. I don't elaborate with details of her trials to obtain her education during a time where women faced overt discrimination, and discuss her fear of the cadaver lab that she had to use a night, as she was not allowed to share the space with men during daytime.  I don't bore them with a list of her achievements: Physician, pediatrician, anthropologist, scientist, visionary, suffragette and  crusader for women's rights, and children's rights, and the rights of the poor. I don't mention that during its heyday, Montessori education was endorsed by "...Jean Piaget, Erik Erikson, Alexander Graham Bell, Thomas Edison, and Woodrow Wilson, who helped to start Montessori schools in the United States" (Sanantonio, 2011, p.4)  I don't tell them that she had enjoyed fame and honor for her achievements, that she was invited and welcomed, and had lectured and taught her method around the globe, only to see her vision of education appear to be dashed, toward the end of her life. In 1952, the year Dr. Montessori died, (and the year I was born,) Montessori schools, that had held such hope, were in serious decline in the United States.



Help me to do it by myself.




Peer teaching, cooperation in a non-competitive atmosphere


Nurturing and care of our environment: People, animals, plants, materials and the Earth

"Not in the service of any political or social creed should the teacher work,
 but in the service of the complete human being, 
able to exercise in freedom a self-disciplined will and judgement,
 unperverted by prejudice and undistorted by fear." 
Dr. Maria Montessori



Thank goodness her followers held on. The roots flourished, Montessori schools kept Dr. Montessori's philosophies and principles intact, and now we are seeing a resurgence of interest in this model that meets or exceeds standards that traditional educators have been grappling with since the inception of factory education. We were careful to steer away from criticizing public schools for decades. Instead we persisted in establishing Children's Houses, where children blossomed according to their natural inner drives to learn, to practice and repeat, and to master. We were quietly effective. Things have shifted, and the traditional system of education is said to be "broken." I do not believe that it is "broken," but that it was never an appropriate method to truly lead human beings to think critically. We have the optimum method right under our noses. As Petter-Lipstein stated, "Superwoman was already here. And she gave us a superb educational model to end "The Race to Nowhere'..."(p.488). Let's clean house, shake out some rugs, give our children and our schools some fresh air. Montessorians: It's time to make some noise.

Friday, January 13, 2012

"Teacher...You Look So..."

"Teeee-churrr." A round-faced boy with gleaming eyes is gradually, but steadily moving into my personal space. I am sitting cross-legged on the story rug getting ready to lead a circle time. Although I have repeated this process, by my estimation, about 8,000 times in the last 31 years, each day with children is different and remarkable to me in some way. This is just one of the pleasures of being in a Montessori classroom. One cannot predict what is going to happen each day, but one can be certain that the children are going to make their own discoveries again and again, and that the thrill associated with their sense of wonder is utterly infectious.  I am privileged to have been an observer of this phenomenon, and to soak up some of this pure joy from the  exuberance of the young child who is experiencing the "prepared environment" of the Montessori classroom. Now we have talked about and demonstrated personal space many times during our grace and courtesy lessons, or when assisting with a conflict between children. But this boy is not thinking about this social courtesy. His eyes are wide as he zooms in closer, and closer, obviously examining my face with that x-ray vision that only the young possess. Then he is just about two inches from my face, and I can smell his little graham cracker breath. I hold my own breath out of habit, as I am aware that a child's olfactory sense is so acute.  I remember being offended as a child when my teachers had that sour breath or coffee breath. He breaks the silence and says it again, quite slowly. "Teeee-churrr. Your eyes. They have CRACKS!" This made me laugh - hard. And I knew that he wanted to know why I had crow's feet, and I needed a short answer so that the children who were coming to circle didn't split apart like little neutrons blasting about in a million directions. So I gave him the boring answer, "Yes, I do have cracks, you are right. People get lines in their skin as they get older." I knew very well that this explanation did not satisfy him one bit, but I went on to lead the children in song. "This is a song called "The Snowman. The composer is still living and his name is Mr. Sanford Jones." I asked a child to put the photo of Mr. Jones upon our composer frame. "He lives in North America, in the United States of America, in the state of Georgia, in the city of Savannah." (As I say these words, children are chosen to bring the map pieces of the continent, the country, etc.) My inquisitive boy is still sitting in front of me, and I can tell he has zero interest in Mr. Jones or the song. He is pondering my weathered and rapidly decaying body. He starts to talk, and I hold up one finger. He knows this means, "Wait," and he contains himself while we sing. Soon it is time to go outside and children are called to dress for the playground. But my boy is glued to the rug right in front of me. And then as if we were still in mid-conversation, he said, "But teacher, (He often forgets my name,) my mommy does not have any cracks and I do not have any cracks." "Well," I said, "Your mommy is quite young and has beautiful smooth skin, and you have only been in the world for four years, so your face has no wrinkles. But guess what?" "What?," he said, trouble clouding his face. "You have some lines already." He looked surprised but doubtful. "Turn your hands over dear and I will show you." He turned his hands over and examined his palms, his face erupted into a beautiful smile, and then he jumped up and ran for his coat, hollering, "I have CRACKS, I have CRACKS!" I have noticed over the last few weeks, my friend makes his way to the low children's mirror in the classroom and scrutinizes his own face very carefully. And last word about this bright, inquisitive boy...One morning I came into school wearing my long hair down. (I usually wear an up-do.) He hurried over and blurted, "Ohhhhh teacher - you, you look...so very...O L D!" I do think he meant to compliment me, and that in his excitement, he could not retrieve the word "young." Let's just think that...


MY YOUNG FRIEND WHO WORRIES ABOUT MY AGE


This interaction took place at the beginning of this year's term, and it's not the first time I've been shown that the children think I am ancient. A real wake up call was the time I was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and felt someone feeling my elbow skin. I looked down to see a young boy "twiddling" the loose skin of my elbow. He had a far-away look in his eyes, and I'll never be sure if he was just self-soothing or if he was thinking, "Gosh, this old woman has one foot in the grave." Knowing this particular boy very well, I think I'm correct in thinking the latter. I AM older now, and do not know how much longer I will physically be able to work with young children. And the sad part is, I am WISER and better in the classroom than I was at age thirty. Isn't that the way it goes?


METAMORPHOSIS MONTESSORI SCHOOL...A little red schoolhouse



We garden year round at our school. 

"The land is where our roots are. The children must be taught to feel and live in harmony with the Earth." - Dr. Maria Montessori




The Montessori method of education is scientific and complex. It is also exquisitely beautiful and simple in a number of ways as well, once you understand it. Learning the intricacies of this visionary woman's miraculous technique is not easy. When I took my exams for certification, there were women with law degrees and other impressive credentials with their heads on the table. They were weeping. They did not think they could pass the examinations. And I was right there with them, in fact, I called my mentor, and she had to talk me down because I was going to bail. She gave me an extremely stern pep talk and told me to march my fanny in there and "knock 'em dead."  And I did it. Later she shared that her mentor had given her the exact pep talk when she was too frightened to take her exams. I once heard an instructor, Jeff Kaiser, share this anecdote at a workshop. He said that a friend of his said to him, "What's the big deal? It's just preschool. It's not rocket science." Jeff responded, "No it's not rocket science. It's a lot more complicated than that." Indeed it is. Dr. Montessori did not just discover, through her emperical observations and experiments, a comprehensive method of education. She discovered the child.


Now I can hardly believe that I have been learning, practicing, and marveling at this educational system for three decades. For the last few years, I have felt compelled to write about my Montessori life, what I have learned about the woman, the method, and the child. At the same time, I was reticent, perhaps afraid to begin. It means so much to me - almost too much. Am I capable and competent enough to do justice to the woman who made it possible for me to have such a special life? A Montessori Life? I think I'm old enough! I'm marching in.