Here I am May 15, 2015 10:16 1 Comment
I have to admit, this is one of those things that, for me, seems a bit like a pipe dream.
My daughter, nephew, and when she's old enough, niece, have gone to or will go to Waldorf schools for some or all of their elementary school experience. It is so important that children be allowed to be...wait for it...children.
There's irony in this. In my "real job", I'm a teacher. At a college prep school. Where my students are concerned with "the rest of my life". When they're children. And all I can think, as I watch them become stress messes over the work I assign (paradox, much?) is that they need to learn to play.
I guess that's where the pipe dream started - knowing that these kids need something to help them remember what it's like to play. I went to graduate school with a teddy bear that my best friend gave me. Tennyson hugged me when I thought I couldn't do it. He soaked up tears when I got my heart broken. He listened to me read my dissertation aloud, and gave me quite serious feedback. Even now, he sits in my bedroom, and from time to time, dries my tears.
My hope for you, dear visitor, is that you find a friend here for your someone special that they can take with them on life's adventures. And, that when they do, they think of you with love.