(And to think that I found it……on Google Street. ha ha Google Image)
“What’s WordPress?” asked a kid one day.
“A blog site.”
“What’s a blog?
” A boggy log.” I said, flashing a picture onto the Promethean board.
“What!?” she squeeled in disbelief demanding the truth.
“A loggy bog.”
This wasn’t received any better.
“You sure that’s what it is?”
“Sure.” (with no expression whatsoever)
“Nuh uhhhh. Does it have multiple meanings?” she probed.
“hmmmmmmmmm. (long pause. The childrens’ eyes became larger, more alert.)
“Yes. It’s the sound uttered by a chorus of bullfrogs in a distant wetland in Vermont. A distant watery habitat which resulted when an ancient Glacier melted 10,000 years ago.”
“Wow! Really!!?” ”
Amphibians?” they querried.
“Sure. Why not?”
“You made that up!”
to which hands errupted waving golden reading rainbows in the air,
“Imagination,” they sang, or chanted
“Did you know there is very little wetland in Utah?” I said.
“Something like…..1% of the habitat.”
Then another child chimed in, “You know…….Utah was covered in ice at one time?!”
“I think that was during the 2002 Olympic Games,” I said with a wink.
“No. For real.”
“And mastadons, and sabertooths, and camels roamed at large!”
“And giant swallowtail butterflies filled the air!! Zzzzzzm!!!”
“Yes. I imagine they were quite LARGE.” I added.
“And million year old Guildo trees covered the land.”
To which I laughed heartily.
“Ooooozing ancient amberized tree sap.”
“It WAS tropical at one time, ” a kid insisted, stopping to change crayons.
“Cool mushrooms!” said another.
“Cooooooool mushrooooooooms.” I smiled.
Then a child usually consumed in silent reading uncharacteristically paused
“I bet that’s just some weird picture you found on Google Images!!!” challenged a boy.
“Maybe,” I said.
“Looks like mushrooms,” seconded a girl.
And then in a whisper voice I said, “Yes, unless they are levitating lilypads.”
But before I could finish the magic trick
the quietest child in the class, whom I would otherwise think mute
arose and spoke,
“Are you SPORE?”
And then he added a little diabolical Goosebumps laugh
and the room errupted in smiles and laughter!
“Wah Wah Wah…” I said in a melodramatic gravely, sedimentary voice,
“Good one Wally.”
at which time I knew
the jig was up and the germs must go down.
Yes. Time to go wash hands for lunch.
And so all the while they splashed and bounced around a Trevi fountain of hand washing
and dried and tossed paper towels for three-point shots
and laughed their way to the line up,
a thought crept into my mind like a hungry caterpillar
a good, cute good hearted wriggler that seemed to say,
Mrs. R., you have.
“You have succeeded in Alchemy with a capital A.”
Clay to gold.
Yes….Golden hay fields. Simply, golden.
With laughter and light
Amid the sometimes rather mundane school moments and routines
there IS meaning.
We (together) have purpose.
We are creating….something good.
Imagination and children are good gifts.
Thank you for sharing.