The Voices Of Children: Lessons Learned While Listening

While visiting the Diana School in Reggio Emilia in 1997,  I saw a little triptych posted outside a classroom, on which there were hand-written notes and drawings describing the children’s day for parents to read. I suddenly realized that there was, in that triptych, tremendous potential for documenting children’s process and thinking in an immediate, yet still fairly deep, way. From that point forward, I  kept a “daily log” of the group process in our classroom. I found these logs indispensable to the process of teacher research. Soon I realized that those moments of brilliance that were documented in the log were too good to keep to myself. I began to share them with parents, as attachments in email. Finding this method of dissemination problematic (only some of the parents could access the log), I tried every form of technology as it came available to me over the years: writing in Netscape, with Dreamweaver, with iWeb. When blogging became popular, the concept and infrastructure finally coincided, and what was once a private blog for only the parents and teachers at our school could then become public. I invite you into our world of one thousand moments…of the lessons we adults can learn from the voices of children. Thank you for reading!

 

 

Puddles Part I

It did not rain for the entire month of September and into October. "Why do we have boots here if it doesn't rain?" one of the children asked. "So we can go puddle stomping if it rains," I replied. Apparently the children kept my response in mind as a promise, for on...

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The Nature Of Good And Evil

 For months the children have invented games of  good vs. evil in the outdoor classroom. The "evil" may emerge as witches or pirates; it matters not, as the characters seem to exist in order to facilitate dialogue in this highly symbolic play. The play is...

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Scarcity As Inspiration For Invention

Twice in one morning wonderful things happened because of children’s frustration with too few of something.In cubby house (a little space for dramatic play), some children were playing a story in which pet dogs played a part. By the time Lydia arrived in the cubby...

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