Yesterday I spent the morning in a small room with eight four-year olds where I’d signed up to be their substitute teacher. Many of the children I already knew by name as they’d been in other classes with my girls or had frequented our playground with their moms.
Before I was a mom, I was a teacher, so my comfort level there was familiar and easy.
We painted and read and worked on letters and as we got to know each other as teacher and students I was on the receiving end of the love that children give in spurts to thank you and let you know that you are trusted. If teaching was only about the children, going back full-time would be without question.
Toward the end of the day, Mrs. L (the assistant) pushed play on the old tape recorder set high on a shelf.
“The popcorn song,” she said, “Give yourself space.”
While the kids ran to find their place, a good distance between themselves and their friends, I sandwiched myself between the painting easel and the cubbies.
The music began; a shaking, beating, wiggling sound propelling bodies to move.
Each little person bounced and shook and wiggled, practically choreographed,each transition perfectly timed. The corners of my mouth pointed upward at the sight of each child’s deeply rooted personal and electric rhythm.
Like the moment when the space shuttle is about to take off or the pulsing of a bass drum, the swirling liquid inside a bottle of Mountain Dew just before the cap twists off or the sound of OM in a room full of yogis, the children created a force.
They were small, their imprint took up little space, but their force was huge.
Huge and magical.
Happy magic emanating from small energetic packages.
I forget sometimes that kids have such power. I forget a a lot, actually, especially with mine who whine a lot and boss me around a lot and hit each other a lot and need something from me all the live long day.
At the end of class I asked the children to tell me their favorite part of the morning.
“You want to know mine?” I asked.
“The popcorn song.”
“Yep,” said the lot, “Mine too!”
Ever have a moment that leaves you spell-bound and happy?