“i can’t believe i can get muddy at school.”
we made the decision to move micah to another school 3 days into the school year. he started today at his “farm school.” the same school that daddy went to through 6th grade (where there is still a cracked window in the gym from a ball that got away from him). the same school that nana taught at until last year.
we’ve heard of the unique setting. the greenhouse, the barn, the pet goat, the all-school exercise walks around the school yard, the collecting of eggs, the making of salsa, the native prairie, the walk to the town center’s christmas tree, the greeting by name every morning.
we experienced it today. we were greeted by name, along with every child that walked in the door. micah didn’t cry. he smiled at his teacher. he asked questions. he wondered what the bags of seed were, what kind of lizard was in the tank, where the bull skull came from, when the chickens will arrive, why there is a melon plant growing in the native grasses…
we also found out that he’ll be with the master gardner twice a week, there is a door to the outside in his classroom because they have to (get to!!!) walk to the next building every day for either library, music or art, the kids are encouraged to visit with each other during lunch time (rather than eat in silence), his new class had a discussion on the best place for him to sit so he’d feel at home, he’ll have the same teachers for p.e., music and library, there will be pigs and chickens joining the goat, there is a dog that roams the halls, and parents are welcome.
i was suddenly afraid that micah would be disappointed. this is still public school. there will be state assessments like every other school. there are desks and worksheets. so when i told him it might feel like “regular school” most of the time he said, “well, i will feel better just knowing there is a goat outside.”
we accidently left his mud boots in the car. when i told his teacher, she said, “oh, why don’t you go get them. he might want them today.”
we are grateful.
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p.s. and more grateful that naomi is falling into middle school with ease. and more grateful still to have had my parents and grandparents here for the last day and a half. goodness, goodness.