Ritual Confessions

January 12, 2008


Filed under: Uncategorized — elissakaren @ 6:36 am

As I wrote several days ago, Charlotte began Montessori on Monday. For this week only, I was there a good deal, to make the transition as gentle as possible. The idea was that she would become comfortable in the classroom before I began to disappear for considerable stretches of time.

The protocol for visitors is that they be as unobtrusive as possible so as not to disrupt the natural rhythm of the room. So I was sitting in the corner watching for several hours this week, and I realized how rare an occurrence this actually is. I don’t know if I’ve ever just sat and watched Charlotte for several hours straight. Usually I’m involved in what she’s doing — hovering over her, speaking to her, spotting her as she climbs. There are times when she’ll occupy herself for twenty minutes or so, but on these occasions I’ll take the opportunity to read my mail, or jump on the computer, keeping an eye on her but not observing her with undivided attention. This week, while we were at Montessori, all I had to do was watch. The teachers were there to guide, protect and engage her. I hadn’t brought a book or any other distraction. I just sat and watched, sat and listened, to her and to the other children as well.

There is really nothing like watching and listening to very young children. The eyes film up, the throat closes over, the nipples ache with milk, the heart cracks open like an egg.


1 Comment »

  1. So, so true. Like a basket of kittens.

    Comment by thelittlefluffycat — January 12, 2008 @ 4:19 pm

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