Saturday, March 11, 2017
montessori in maine
Last year about this time, Maya was really bucking against learning her letters and learning to write. Now, she's leapt and bounded in language--her absorbent mind has opened and engulfed--though she is still a mite bit "behind," and her number-sense is puttering. She reminds me of me, of course--if she is engaged and passionate, she will learn faster than you can teach. If she just isn't as willing, then she will spin away in a flurry of cotton and swept hair, off to the next attractive thing.
I brought the sandpaper letters with me, having just learned them over the summer, wanting my enthusiasm to rub off on her, but alas, it did not, and she did a little demonstration for her cousin, then asked if she could please go play now. So while one could pretend this is a photograph of a very engaged Montessori scholar, it's actually my daughter, kindly doing as her mama requested, for the sake of bringing a little material to the coast. She's a good egg, this one. A good, imaginative, bright supernova of an egg.