I am posting every day during March as part of the annual "Slice of Life" Challenge for Two Writing Teachers. Check out their website for lots more reflections on teaching.*******
When my boys were little, it was the fall time change that I feared - their six a.m. wake-up became a five a.m. wake-up. Ugh.
Now, as a teacher of preschoolers, the spring time change is problematic. The day begins reasonably enough, with many children arriving later than usual and, thus, a slower and quieter start to a Monday. But naptime - oh my! Ridiculous!
No one is ready to settle in at 12:30...
no one is ready to settle in at 1 pm...
in fact, at 1:30pm,
still no one is asleep.
By their body clocks,
nap should just be beginning...
1:30 is last week's 12:30.
There is a restless energy to this napping room.
How have they spent this hour?
Dropping books on the floor.
Getting off their cot to chat with a neighbor!
Making animal noises.
Rolling from side to side.
Drumming their shoes on the floor.
Throwing their cuddle toy up to the ceiling.
Tapping their feet on the edge of the cot.
Stretching into various yoga poses.
Bouncing balls [how did he get his hands on that ball? those darn balls and ramps!!]
How have I spent this hour?
Shaking my head,
(A daily share by a preschooler, in their own words)
A Story Collage by Ellie
It’s summertime. And all the butterflies appear. One stormy thing comes and it hurts everybody. It’s lightning. The blue butterfly fluttered away. And a wolf appears. And here’s winter. The wolf is over by the tree. And now it is so pretty. The wolf touches the button and it makes a loud noise and the wolf runs away. It’s kind of a happy story because butterflies appear and they all live happily and powerfully ever after. The End.