A little girl in a Montessori t shirt runs up to us.
“There’s a pigeon in the hall room!” She cries.
Her teacher (I don’t know, ‘learning facilitator’, ‘classroom manager’, ‘directress’?) is showing Bill and I around. This is about the most grown up I have felt, ever.
“I hear there’s a pigeon in the hall room, I’ll go and see him in a bit – ” she says, before adding, “how do you think that pigeon’s feeling, flying around in there?”
And that’s pretty much what the Montessori preschool is like. Snicker.
However, it also seems to be full of the types of activities that Hallam enjoys (1 bowl of water, 1 empty bowl, 1 pipette = my boy gloriously busy for a not insignificant amount of time) and we like the look of (wooden leaf puzzles.) Basically, the Montessori preschool has all the stuff I thought we’d have at home, before we actually had a toddler and showered him with plastic and batteries. I snicker, but I’m also pretty convinced and I think we’ve found the right place for him to spend six hours a week apart from us.
(Oh, the spiel, it works: I leave a little worried that after 2 years in a Montessori, Hallam will be so very advanced in every way that he will be Totally Bored when he reaches primary school. I have calmed down a bit since then.)
As well as occasional pigeon visitors, they also have giant land snails. I don’t know how they are feeling.
Wow sounds exciting and very grown up. I admit, I don’t know much about Montessori beyond the wooden toys thing. Can’t believe Hallam is growing up so fast!! X