So much of learning takes place when we’re with our kids. I grew up thinking that education meant acing tests, doing drills and completing worksheets, worksheets. They have their place in school. But learning is so much more than that !
So on an amazingly serene day when the kids were having their naps, I penned down a poem on what I think true learning is :
“This is love that lies befuddled:
The hand of a child being taught to write
To form lines to connect this point to the other
To form some recognizable object-
A cat
A tree
A house.
But they aren’t.
It doesn’t.
The cat is there by the house with the tree
Yet they are all absent.
They are blobs of stickers and candy
“clever girls” and early recess, names and more names
and an Exit out of all this
flatness.
They Are
the Fury in the
Mud with prints and
friends with scraped knees
And slides and sky
And bedtime stories and sleep
And the
Joy that is only , always yours
-and knowing this is Love.
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