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.*******
He is walking slowly and calmly, just in front of me. I see he has missed a belt loop. He has trouble with fine motor skills. His pants are baggy and loose, and I wonder if his pants will slip down without his belt on correctly. Oh, he would hate that!
I should fix that, help him with that.
Hmmm. What to say? How to guide?
No, I shouldn't jump to fix it - let me simply point it out.
So, I do -
"Oh, look, you've missed a loop here."
He comes to a standstill and begins working on re-doing this. The belt gets tripped up on another loop, he struggles to unhook it, and then looks at me with defeat. He needs my help to get his belt on, to make it right.
He doesn't want to ask for help. He wants to do it, all by himself.
"Do you need my help?" I ask, tentatively.
"Yeah," he admits. But he looks at me sadly. He can't believe he needs help with this.
"It's okay! I'm good at this! This is how I spend my day." I joke, referring to my work with preschoolers.
"Ahh, knock it off, Maureen," he laughs back, "I'm not a three year old!"
And my 84 year old father lets me fix his belt, both of us uneasy with this change in roles.
(A daily share by a preschooler, in their own words)
A Story Collage by Ashley
There was a gardening Dora. That is the flower that was in the dirt. She holds the watering can. That bird came. He flied away again. She plays with the animals - penguin, butterfly, and a squirrel. And that’s Dora’s house. The End.