|"Okay Maya, I'm ready to wait for the bus."|
I take special care not to over look her in the way that middle children are said to be overlooked.
She does not make this easy. She is content playing on her own for a shocking amount of time. Even when she wants my company, she rarely stays in place long enough for me to lead her in an activity. No, she's too busy discovering which new green thing the chickens like to eat best.... and then robbing that gardenia of her flower petals.
Her preschool teacher tells us that she is a gentler leader at school, bypassing alphabet and simple math games that she has outgrown in favor of planning class-wide imagination games. She gathers her minions, assigns everyone a role, and commences play, allowing anyone to join or deviate from the plan even as she keeps it moving forward. I so wish I could see that in action!
I thoroughly enjoy discovering what direction her secret powers take her in every day.
|"But Max wanted to be where someone loved him best of all, just like you, right Max?"|