Friday, November 29, 2024

Where Utopia Exists


Growing up, it was rare to have watched any movie more than once, other than The Wizard of Oz, which was annually broadcast on CBS, like a holiday event, throughout my childhood. The exception to that for me was the movie The Swiss Family Robinson, which I saw at least three times on broadcast television during my childhood.

I loved everything about that movie: a family shipwrecked on a remote, unpopulated, South Pacific island, who created a kind of utopia. They lived in a magnificent treehouse, played games with the local fauna, and cleverly used the local flora to not only survive, but thrive. It was perfect. Not only was the family lovingly together, but they had managed to discover joyful freedom and harmony both with one another and the world around them. Yes, there was an episode when pirates threatened, but the worst thing that happened was that, in the end, they were "rescued." To this day, I wonder how anyone who had created such a wonderful place, such a peaceful, joyful lifestyle with nothing but sun, fun, and love, could want to return to the hum-drum work-a-day world of school, rules, and proper clothing.

But that's utopia for you. Even in our fiction, we can't keep living there. 

Of course, I didn't understand it at the time, but I know now that we create utopias, nirvanas, and heavens, not as destinations, but as directional arrows. There will always be pain and suffering, at least in this world. People who have survived real life shipwrecks don't build wonderful treehouses, but rather scrimp and scrap and barely get by. Often they die. History is full of stories of utopia communities that either imploded, or evolved into, at best, hum-drum work-a-day worlds of schools, rules, and proper clothing.

I recently spent a couple days at a preschool in Florida where I observed classrooms and interacted with both educators and children. The older children, in particular, remembered me from an earlier visit. They played with me, climbed on my lap, held my hand, made space for me at circle time, and generally included me in everything they did. It was like a reunion of old friends. When I left their classroom to go elsewhere, they made me promise to come back. 

That brief time I spent with them was, indeed, utopia. Fleeting perhaps, but real nevertheless. Big, systemic utopia may be beyond us, but these small ones, these moments when pain and suffering disappear, when school, rules, and proper clothing don't matter, are the actual article. Utopias can be created on desert islands. They can also be created in schools, homes, and anywhere that humans are together. Maybe some of you experienced this during yesterday's Thanksgiving Day celebrations.

As I was leaving at the end of the day, I said goodbye to one of the children who had created utopia with and for me. "Oh, there you are," she said, as if she had been looking for me, "I made this for you." She handed me a piece of paper that she had folded into a card. On all four pages, she had drawn hearts in a rainbow of colors.

This is the only place utopia exists outside of our hopes and dream, in these small moments of human kindness and connection. And that is more than enough.

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Thursday, November 28, 2024

Hearing the Monkey's Shriek


Author and poet Diane Ackerman writes:

"(I)t probably doesn't matter if we try too hard, are awkward sometimes, care for one another too deeply, are excessively curious about nature, are too open to experience, and enjoy nonstop expense of the senses in an effort to know life intimately and lovingly."

We live in a time of plague, and I don't mean Covid. The virus is called productivity and the disease it causes is an all-consuming sense of guilt or anxiousness whenever we take more than a few moments to remind ourselves that we're alive. Our busy, buzzing minds insist upon reminding us of the tasks undone and challenges ahead, making us perpetually feel as if we're just barely keeping up. It even visits us in our dreams, if we're ever able to go there amidst the tossing and turning. 

Some 2500 years ago, Buddha described our minds as being full of drunken monkeys and the loudest of all is fear, so it's clear that this plague isn't new. And it's a real pity because we've worked so hard over the centuries to protect ourselves from fear. It's unlikely, for instance, that anyone reading this will be eaten by a wild animal. You're probably not going to die in a war or from starvation. Present day challenges notwithstanding, our ability to protect ourselves through medicine has never been better. Yet still the monkeys shriek at us as if it's all a matter of life and death when really it's just about the relentless claims that productivity makes on our every waking moment. The monkey fear that we might fall behind.

Behind what? It's a question we ask about our children and their education. I hear the voices of "experts," echoing through our policymakers, warning us that the kids need to work harder because they are "falling behind." Too many children, even young ones, are hearing the monkey's shriek. Never before have so many children, even young ones, experienced the levels of depression and anxiety we're seeing today. To have experts intentionally stoke the fear-of-falling-behind in parents so that they may, in turn, infect their children is outrageous.

No matter how hard we scramble to keep up, we will always leave things undone and that guilt and anxiety will, in the end, have amounted to a narrowing of what it means to be alive. As we sit down for Thanksgiving, I'm grateful for the young children in my life. They are our best teachers. They are not yet infected with the virus of productivity. Gloriously, they try too hard, are awkward, and prone to caring too deeply. They are driven by their excessive curiosity and that opens them to the totality of experience that comes from enjoying a nonstop expense of the senses in the only human project that matters: to know life intimately and lovingly.

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Wednesday, November 27, 2024

Being Grateful for the Mud


The children at Woodland Park frequently go home with a plastic bag full of muddy clothing. The parents are often at loose ends over it the first time it happens, but soon learn to accept it. Some even learn to be grateful for it.

Tomorrow is the day we've set aside in the US for giving thanks. It goes without saying, of course, that every day is the right day for gratitude.

In times of anxiety or loss or despair, I often hear my mother's voice urging me to count my blessings. It's a habit I've cultivated throughout my life as a way to calm myself. This doesn't mean a diminishment or minimization pain or suffering, but it's way to shift my perspective on current troubles, allowing me to see things in context. As I count the blessings for which I'm grateful -- family, friends, community, health, opportunities, accomplishments -- I'm reminded of those aspects from which I draw the strength to move forward in the face of adversity. As we go around our Thanksgiving Day tables and share those things for which we are most thankful, we count our blessings together, a simple and powerful reminder that life is good.


One can argue, of course, that all of this gratitude is a kind of papering over, a brag; that as we sit around our overladen tables we are surrounded by a world of pain and suffering. Our blessing are real, as is that pain and suffering. At the recently concluded International Conference for Happiness and Well-being in Education hosted by TH School in Hanoi, keynoter Erin Threlfall, primary school principal at the Panyaden International School in Thailand, shared a quote from Vietnamese Buddhist monk, teacher, and peace activist Thich Nhat Hanh: "There can be no lotus flower without the mud." 
The physical presence of TH School itself, seen from above, is a lotus flower. 

Light does not exist without the dark. Happiness does not exist without sadness. Gratitude cannot exist without suffering. "Most people are afraid of suffering," he wrote, "But suffering is a kind of mud to help the lotus flower of happiness grow." 

As we gather today in thanksgiving, let's not forget to also be grateful for the mud.

Happy Thanksgiving!

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Monday, November 25, 2024

I Could See They Were Happy


I'm beginning my journey back to the US after a week in Vietnam where I've been a presenter and participant in an extraordinary event called the International Conference for Happiness and Well-being in Education hosted by TH School here in Hanoi. I plan to share some of my thoughts and insight with you here on the blog over the next several days. Today's post is a bit from one of my keynotes.

At the beginning of each new school year, I make a habit of asking parents, "What are your goals for your child?" Among the most frequent answers is some version of, "I want my child to love learning."

Good news, I say, goal achieved. They already love learning. Every single one of us, from the moment we are born, are ready and eager to learn. We perceive the shadows moving around us; detect the jumble of sounds that vibrate in our ears; the scents, textures, and temperatures that swirl around and through us. Our bodies signal us with all manner of feelings and emotions. And, at bottom, learning is that amazing process by which we strive to make sense of it all. Perhaps "love" is the wrong word for it. It goes beyond that. We learn in the same way that we breathe: we must. It means we are alive . . . So, you know, goal met!

By far the most frequent response I've received from asking this question of thousands of parents of young children, however, is, "I just want my child to be happy." 

Happiness is another matter entirely. For one thing, happiness, like the other most important things -- life, love, or art -- is impossible to define, even if we know it when we experience it.

The Ancient Greek philosopher Aristotle asserts that happiness stands alone as the only human emotion that tends to disappear the moment we recognize it. It's elusive. When we stop to consider our happiness, we can always find a fly in the ointment. We tend to feel happy when we are deeply engaged in whatever it is that brings us happiness, but the moment that engagement is interrupted, the moment we step out of it, we find our happiness is in some way incomplete. As Aristotle saw it, the only way to know whether or not we've lived a happy life is from the perspective of our deathbed, when we can look back with satisfaction over all the people we've loved, the things we've accomplished, the obstacles we've surmounted, and say with certainty, "Mine was a happy life."

There are those who tell us that we can "choose happiness" and maybe it's true, but personally I find it an impossibility for more than a few seconds at a time. I might wake up and tell myself, Today I'll be happy, but then I stub my toe or discover I forgot to buy coffee and my best intentions evaporate. What I can do, however, is pursue happiness. This is what we are doing when we are deeply engaged in any self-selected activity and, I assert, it is in this pursuit that we are happy.

This is what play-based, or self-directed, learning is all about: the pursuit of happiness. 

Loitering about our playground, I came across a five-year-old purposefully arraigning some of our "loose parts": an old bicycle tire, the guts from a defunct washing machine, a wire basket, the base of what was once a rocking horse, logs, planks, and other odds and ends. I stopped to watch her, keeping my distance so as not to interrupt her flow. She was so fully engaged in her pursuit that the rest of the world was clearly in the background. I was curious about what she was doing, but I didn't dare interrupt her flow because I knew, the moment I did I would risk derailing her important process of creating meaning from meaninglessness, her purpose for the moment, her pursuit of . . . happiness?

She wasn't smiling or laughing as she worked, the stereotypical signals of happiness. On the contrary, she wore an expression of concentration and focus. She was, it seemed to me, alone in her self-selected activity with her purpose. 

As I observed her, another child approached, also observing, then another child. Soon they began to get engaged in whatever it was she was doing. I was far enough away that I couldn't hear the words being spoken, but I did, now, see smiles and hear laughter. Before long, a half dozen children were arraigning those parts. The girls purpose had become, for a time, the purpose of a community and, from the outside looking in, I could see they were happy.

Goal accomplished.

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Friday, November 22, 2024

Self-Actualization


Most of us are aware of the American psychologist Abraham Maslow because of his famous hierarchy of needs, usually portrayed as a pyramid. At the bottom, forming the base of the pyramid are physiological needs, like food, sleep, and breathing. The idea is that it is only once these needs are satisfied that humans can give their attention to the next level up, which are safety needs, such as security, order, and stability. Maslow labeled the third level of needs as love and belonging, the satisfaction of which leads us to the capacity to address such things as self-esteem, confidence, and respect of and by others. At the top of the pyramid is self-actualization, or, the achievement of our highest potential, which includes such things as morality, creativity, spontaneity, problem solving, lack of prejudice, the acceptance of facts.


As important adults in the lives of very young children, we are largely responsible for achieving the first three levels on their behalf. We must feed and cloth them. We must provide them with conditions suitable for sleep (which is a major preoccupation with many new parents), breath, and excretion (another preoccupation what with all the diaper changing). And then, of course, we are charged with keeping them safe. Young Homo sapiens are notoriously dependent upon their elders for an extended period of time, a window of dependency that we in the Western world have extended beyond Mother Nature's original intent, for better or worse.

As for love and belonging, our young emerge from the womb seeking to connect to their world, especially the people, and it is our job to reciprocate. Even the next level up, esteem, is, at least in the early years, partially our responsibility. Some of us, no doubt go too far with all the empty and ubiquitous "Good jobs" and participation trophies, but even the most grudging among us know that it is on us to create environments in which our babies and toddlers can be confident, respected, and to generally feel good about themselves.

Self-actualization, however, is no one's responsibility but their own. We cannot tell them if they have achieved their highest potential. We can't possibly know what that is for them. They must do self-actualization all on their own. As philosopher and publisher Antonia Case writes in her book Flourish: "To self-actualize is to be content with yourself, driven by your own goals, and not waylaid by the demands of others, including broader society as a whole . . . Self-actualizers accept their own flaws, are comfortable, do not aim to be liked but rather are true to themselves. They also, (Maslow) believed, see the world afresh, like children, and can have 'peak experiences' that may be as simple as delighting in a sudden shaft of sunlight from behind a cloud. Of course, the path to self-actualization will not come without its pain and setbacks, warns Maslow. Often, we must uncover difficult parts of ourselves in order to grow -- there are often many fears, phobias, or habitual triggers that need to be pulled apart if one is to become the best version of oneself, or, as Maslow wrote, 'This tendency might be phrased as the desire to become more and more what one is, to become everything that one is capable of becoming.'"

Self-actualization is what young children do when they have permission to immerse themselves in play. As adults who work with young children, we necessarily spend a great deal of our time and energy providing for the needs represented by the bottom of Maslow's pyramid, or at least in supporting them as they learn to satisfy those needs for themselves. It can therefore be difficult for us to remember that if children are to satisfy their highest needs, not just in the future, but right now, our role must be to get out of the way, because they and only they, through their own self-directed activities, can teach themselves the habits and practice required for their unique life of self-actualization: to become everything that one is capable of becoming.

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Thursday, November 21, 2024

A Willful Child


The boy had shed his jacket onto the floor, leaving it in a heap right in the middle of the room. Under normal circumstances I would have said something like, "Your coat is on the floor; it belongs on a hook," then waited for him to think things through. But this was his first day and he was only two, so I instead picked it up with the intention of hanging it for him.

He rushed at me, screaming something that didn't sound like Nooooooo! but clearly meant it. He snatched his coat from my hands. "I do it!"

I said, "The hooks are over there." It took some doing, but he finally managed it.

Later that morning, he was playing with a small wooden ball that escaped him and rolled under some shelves. I happened to be sitting right there so I automatically reached for the ball, but again he stopped me, "I do it!" And he did.

When he sat down for a snack, the adult who was there tried to help him wash his hands, but he refused. "I do it!" When she tried to serve him carrot sticks and grapes, he put them back on the serving platter one at a time, saying, yet again, "I do it!"

He was firm with us, if a bit fussy, as if he was accustomed to adults putting up a fight. His mother had laughed that he was a "willful" child, rolling her eyes as if to say "Good luck!" Of course, she wasn't talking about his willfulness manifesting as it had so far at school, a boy clearly wanting to do it for himself. She was talking about those times when it resulted in digging in his heels about things like baths or leaving the playground.

But it's the same instinct. As unpleasant and annoying as it might be for us adults, willfulness in a child tells us that they are willing to take responsibility for their own lives. It's the kind of thing that we aren't always good at recognizing in young children. Indeed, our schools and parenting books are full of tips and advice on how to motivate children to do exactly that: take responsibility for themselves, for cleaning their rooms, for learning their lessons, for controlling their emotions. Sadly, we've become so addicted to the behaviorist ideas of rewards and punishments that even the best of us, like a bad habit, resort to them.

"If you get in the car, I'll give you a cookie." "If you don't get in the car, you won't get a cookie." 

The problem is that all the research done on these sorts of external motivators is that they simply don't work (see Alfie Kohn's Punished by Rewards). Oh sure, if the carrot is sweet enough or the stick painful enough, a child can be made to do almost anything, but if it is to work a second or third or fourth time, it will require increasingly sweet rewards and increasingly painful punishments. Not only that, but the entire process sucks any sense of joy or satisfaction right out of the activity itself until the only reason the child, or anyone, continues behaving in a certain way is to receive the reward or to avoid the punishment. 

This explains why so many kids don't see a problem with cheating. If the goal is a good grade (external motivation), then copying a friend's homework makes sense, while if learning (intrinsic motivation) is the goal, then copying someone else's work is counterproductive. On the flip side, the consequence of getting caught cheating isn't a bad conscience, but rather that the adults in your life will take away something about which you are intrinsically motivated, like recess or hanging out with your friends at the mall.

Study after study has shown that rewards and punishments have a negative effect on self-motivation. Even previously pleasurable things, things we do willingly, can be ruined by the introduction of rewards and punishments. 

Like with many things, our schools have it backwards. They tend to operate under the misguided theory that children need to first be extrinsically motivated, and only then, as time goes by will they develop intrinsic motivation. This is completely unsupported by any science. It is the same method Pavlov used to make his dogs salivate.

At the same time adults, both educators and parents, tend to set ourselves up as the arbiters of what a child should be doing or learning. Had I commanded that two-year-old boy, "Hang up your coat," I'm quite confident that he would have responded "willfully," perhaps reluctantly hanging up his coat because I was an authority figure, but more likely, knowing the boy, he would have refused altogether, whining, sulking, or shrieking.

So what are we to do? Well, first of all, we need to stop bossing kids around so much. Researchers have found that some 80 percent of the sentences adults say to children are commands and no one responds well to being told what to do, no matter what our age. 

Secondly, we can learn to trust a child's intrinsic motivations. This isn't an easy thing in standard schools because, obviously, each child is going to be motivated in different ways, about different things, and on different schedules, while teachers are expected to march all the kids through the same things on the same schedule. If we are going to do what the science tells us, however, we will create interesting and varied environments for children in which they have the freedom to manipulate, explore, discover, and invent, in the company of others or all alone, at their own pace. 

We will drop grading and testing, those carrots and sticks that put so much focus deficits, and replace them with something like Learning Stories, in which educators observe the children, then write the story of what the child is doing and learning. These stories would be written to the children themselves, and their families, creating a record of the child's intrinsically motivated learning journey, a truly useful "permanent record" that is entirely focused on the strengths of each child. Because, as my friend and proponent of Learning Stories Wendy Lee told me, "What we focus on grows."

When would teachers have time to write these Learning Stories? Removing direct instruction, grading, lesson planning, and classroom management from an educator's responsibilities should leave plenty of time to focus on the actual learning.

None of this means a child will no longer be willful. Indeed, it frees all children to be powerfully, happily willful, which is to say, it frees them to take responsibility for their own lives, and that, in the end, is the purpose of all true education. 

"I do it!"

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Tuesday, November 19, 2024

"Activities Rather Than Objects"


Like a younger sibling, our school has always run on hand-me-downs. 

I've long believed that one of the functions of preschools in our society is to be a pitstop for things -- almost anything -- along its journey to the landfill or recycling center. Much of what populates the playground at any given moment, for instance, is other people's junk that we treated like treasure: the insides of a washing machine, old tires, motorcycle rearview mirrors, carpet samples, manufacturing patterns, the articulated hose from a defunct vacuum cleaner . . . 

The children always know what to do with these things, these real things that often come from their own attics or cellars. The only toys are broken ones -- dolls without arms, cars missing their wheels, handlebars without their tricycle. Yet, all of it is reimagined as a toy, or part of a toy, for a day or a season, before being freed to become something else. A parent once donated a box of her old swimming trophies that turned up, in whole and in part, as part of children's play for years, although never as achievement "awards." 

In 1955, a TV commercial for The Thunder Burp Machine gun debuted on the first episode of The Micky Mouse Club. It was the first time a toy had been advertised on television outside of the Christmas season. According to Howard Chudacoff, a cultural historian at Brown University, this was an historic moment for toys. Almost overnight, children's play became focused, as never before, on things. "It's interesting to me that when we talk about play today, the first thing that comes to mind are toys," says Chudacoff. "Whereas when I think of play in the 19th century, I would think of activities rather than objects."

For most of human history, toys were something that were made of commandeered and cast-off materials from day-to-day life. Modern toys tend to come with scripts written for them, whereas junk requires children to write their own scripts, which is why children might beg for the latest plastic-fantastic plaything, but will invariably wind up playing longer and more creatively with the box it came in.

A retiring high school teacher once dropped off a large box of several dozen standard issue clipboards. Our community put many of them to use right away, as convenient holders for attendance sheets, cleaning checklists, safety guidelines, and other practical purposes. I used several of them for things like holding stacks of recycle box paper, the backs of which I used to take dictation when children told me stories. The clipboards weren't transformative or anything, but they came in handy all over the classroom. There were so many that I put the box in a convenient location where parents could grab them as needed, but this also made them easily accessible to the kids who began incorporating them into their play.

One group in particular took to them. Some days our classroom looked like a training school for meter readers as the kids roamed the place in groups, scribbling "notes" on their clipboards. When we decided to take a neighborhood walking tour, the kids wanted to bring the clipboards with them to hold "maps" or, alternatively and more excitingly, "treasure maps." I thought I'd contribute by printing out a copy of our neighborhood map for each of them and see if there was any interest in using them to orient ourselves. With our high visibility safety vests on, we definitely looked like a team of junior surveyors or census takers.

The concept of the map, as I expected, was over most of their heads. After all, full grown humans traveled and traded over great distances for millennia before someone, a pioneering pre-Socratic scientist named Anaximander, had the earthshaking idea of considering what the world might look like from the perspective of an eagle, and thus the geographical map was born. Of course, several of the kids quickly found that their clipboard was in the way, abandoning them to my backpack, but many combined the concepts of clipboards, maps, and rambling into their own version of mapping. Some of them attempted to draw pictures of things they saw. Others used their clipboards to keep track of, say, how many construction vehicles we passed. Yet others used the wide clip to hold the dandelions they plucked along the way. And all of them, even if they had abandoned their clipboard altogether, still mapped their world through their memories and the stories they later told about where we had gone and what we had done.

It was never about those clipboards. It was about the real activity of mapping our world. Without scripts, without instructions, without adults providing them with the correct answers, the children went out a did what humans have done since long before Anaximander: made sense of the world, knowing all along that tomorrow, with different tools, with a different perspective, their maps would take them, perhaps not always to treasure, but always to heart of the real world where the box is always better than the toy.

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Monday, November 18, 2024

Answers are Far Less Compelling than Questions


I recently ate a tomato salad that transported me back to my childhood, several years of which were spent in living with my family in a suburb of Athens, Greece. I was once again in the dappled shade of the dining area of a taverna set in a park. Children were racing around on the lawn in front of the graveled dining patio where my family had been served our first course. The tomato salad hadn't been my choice, but rather ordered for the table by my parents. I really only wanted souvlaki, but Mom insisted I try a bite of the classic tomato, cucumber, onion, basil, and feta combination that was to become the portal through which I travelled a half century back in time.

Food can be a portal to the past. For the novelist Marcel Proust the taste of a Madeleine that triggered his seven volume novel In Search of Lost Time (La Recherche). Art, music, scent, light, topics of conversation, photographs -- just about anything, in fact -- can, under the right circumstances, can take us back in time. Science fiction is full of stories of time travel, as if it's something yet to be invented, but the truth is that we do it all the time. 

"You have to begin to lose your memory, if only in bits and pieces, to realize that memory is what makes our lives," wrote English philosopher John Locke, one of most influential Enlightenment figures. He believed that life without memory would be "no life at all."

As a man of 62, I possess a much larger basket of memories than, say, a preschooler. It's what we call experience. The assumption is that we are wiser because we are older, which is to say, because we have a deeper well of memories from which to draw lessons that apply to (or make plans based on, or to raise cautions about) the present. It's assumed that we must always take the lead with young children because of this experience. But increasingly, I find myself uncomfortable the arrogance of this assumption. After all, I may have more memories than a five-year-old, but their memories are going to be much fresher, much more closely connected to what's happening right now. They don't have as far to travel as I do.

Besides, we've learned much more about how memory functions since John Locke's time. It's common knowledge that you can't change the past, but the truth is that we do it all the time. We now know that recalling memories, traveling into the past, changes those memories. The evidence even seems to indicate that the more often we recall a memory, the more inaccurate that memory becomes. Those science fiction time travelers are always cautioned to not do anything that changes the past while they are there because of how even the smallest alteration could cause dramatic changes to the present, but that's exactly what all of us do, change the past, whenever we find ourselves transported there.

We all have a literal blind spot at a point located between our eyes, but we perceive of the world in front of us as continuous because our brains create a bridge between what our left and right eyes see, based not on what is actually there, but rather what our brain expects to be there. We have a much larger blind spot behind our heads, but we know the world exists back there because of the story our brains tell about what ought to be there. When it comes to our memories, it's all a product of our brain's irrepressible drive to tell stories, not necessarily reflecting things as they were, but rather as they must have been. It's not the reliability or accuracy of those stories (our memories) that matters as much as how well they help us understand the world and our place in it in the present.

If we have any more wisdom than young children, therefore, is not necessarily contained in our memories themselves, but rather in our experience as creative storytellers about those memories. We are not scientists or reporters as much as we are mythologizers, explainers, tellers of tales that make sense to us, that give us comfort, that tell us the story of our identities and the ways of the world. We hope that our lessons, our example, will likewise offer sense and comfort to the children in our care, but we can never lose sight of the fact that we and our stories are the product of our unique perspective. That bit of the world between our eyes is different for everyone, just as our myths are a product of our individual uniqueness. 

My wife and I have been together since 1984, forty years, and have obviously many shared memories. We recently fought over one of those memories, each of us recalling things differently: what I think happened, she assures me, absolutely did not, yet I remember it so clearly. We will never know what really happened, nor does it matter. What matters is that the story I tell myself of this memory has already become something else, one that includes perspectives I never considered. Something that I thought old and settled has suddenly come alive once more.

I know that some are uncomfortable with thinking about the world in this way. They want certainty, they crave "objective" truth, they can only be satisfied with answers. Perhaps the most important thing I've learned through working with young children, however, is that answers are far less compelling than questions. When I watch children at play, when I stay out of their way with my "wisdom" and "experience" and "memories," I see humans in their natural state: pursuing their questions. Answers are ultimately dull things. They are questions that have been stripped of wonder. Questions without answers, in contrast, present life as it truly is: an experience of awe, where even the past is not even the past and where ideas and the stories we tell are everything.

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Friday, November 15, 2024

Flow Activities


We call our's the Age of Information, but it would more accurately be called the Age of Attention because when information becomes abundant, attention becomes the scarce resource. But the truth is that human's have long felt that they lived in a time of information overload. The French philosopher René Descartes complained in the 17th century, "Even if all knowledge could be found in books, where it is mixed in with so many useless things and confusingly heaped in such large volumes, it would take longer to read those books than we have to live in this life." I imagine that even our most distant ancestors, while star gazing, would sometimes feel overwhelmed by all those celestial bodies up there vying for their attention.

Whatever the case, our attention, being limited and rare, is a valuable thing, yet most of us squander mountains of it over the course of any given day. Social media is a major attention thief for many of us today, but before that it was TV or radio or, as Descarte points out, books.

What we focus on grows; where our attention goes, there goes our life. People who are able to focus well report feeling less fear, frustration, and sadness. They are better able to plan and regulate their impulses. This makes it more likely that they will achieve their goals, which in turn feeds the cycle of feeling less fear, frustration, and sadness.

Researcher Mihaly Csikszentimihalyi has found that the more time we spend in what he calls "flow activities," the higher our sense of wellbeing and the better we get at focusing our attentions.

Most of us, I hope, know what it feels like to be "in flow." For me it generally shows up when I've undertaken a challenging self-selected project that has personal meaning to me. When I'm in flow, I'm thinking by doing, overcoming obstacles, and stretching myself, at least a little, beyond my comfort zone. Time on a clock may say one thing, but time, while I'm in flow, stands still, I don't find myself checking the clock (a major distraction in the rest of my life), but then, when I look back on what I've done, the time seems to have passed in a flash. That's the nature of flow.

As a play-based educator, I try to make focus my focus, which is to say, I strive to create environments in which I've curated potential distractions. At the end of the day, when someone asks, "How was your day?" I want to be able to honestly reply, "It just flowed."

When I say I curate the distractions, one of the first things I do, is limit, if not eliminate screen-based technology. This is not because I'm a technophobe, but because I know that the children in my life have plenty of access to these technologies, and their distractions, during the rest of their lives. Indeed, two in five American children live in homes where the television is kept on all or most of the time, a fact that has been linked to attention challenges. In other words, I'm not worried that they will miss out or fall behind when it comes to technology. Yes, they are part of life itself, but they are distractions with an agenda of their own: they seek to command our attention to satisfy their own ends, while flow demands self-motivation.

I likewise seek to minimize the impact of scripted toys, especially those linked to movies or programs, but really anything that "tells" a child how to play with it. A ball or a doll is one thing, but a Paw Patrol play set is quite another. I also hope to reduce the impact of timekeeping distractions by limiting transitions. I even strive to remove myself as a potential distraction to the degree that's possible, by stepping back and avoiding direct instruction or too many questions or just generally inserting myself into the play.

At the end of the day, I want the other children, nature, and unscripted (or open-ended) loose parts to be the primary "distractions" in the environment because, when we put our attention there, I've found that a state of flow is much more likely to emerge, both for individual children and groups. Screens, scripts, and schedules demand our attention, whereas people, plants, and parts spark our curiosity, our education instinct made manifest. Self-motivation emerges which is the impetus for flow.

Our attention is perhaps our most precious possession. When we learn to apply it deliberately, with intent, research tells us that not only are we more satisfied with our lives, we are more creative, more conscientious, more empathetic, and less aggressive. There will always be distractions, there always have been. The key, I think is to pay attention to our attention, value it, choose deliberately, and let it flow.

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Thursday, November 14, 2024

Play is the Source of Everything that Makes Us Human


Even before they can walk, many, if not most, babies dance, bouncing their bodies to a rhythm. It's not the tango, but it's where the tango got its start. 

Even before they can read or write, many, if not most, children create poetry. I still remember a poem my brother "wrote" when he was no more than three:

I like cheese.
Cheese likes me,
Mice like cheese
Just like me.

It's not Homer, but it's where Homer began.


Even before they comprehend the meaning beyond their nursery walls, many, if not most, children develop unique and quirky rituals that help them make sense of the chaos of the world. It's not as if they've founded a religion, but it's where all of our spiritual and cultural rituals began.

Critics of play-based learning often wonder about the purpose of play. "What is it for?" "What are they learning?" "Isn't there something more productive they could be doing?"


In his classic book
Homo Ludens cultural historian Johan Huizinga wrote: "Ritual grew up in sacred play; poetry was born in play and nourished on play; music and dancing were pure play."

The critics are missing the point when they ask for play's purpose. Play has no purpose. It is far older and foundational than anything else in human culture. Play is not the purpose, but rather the source of everything that makes us human. In human development, play has always come first.

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