I’m sitting with two girls at the picnic table eating lunch. One said she felt sore in her tummy and went inside, I thought to go to the bathroom. But in a moment she returned with an orange sock on each of her hands. Without explanation she continued eating her lunch. She used her sock covered hands to open her applesauce container, then, carefully manipulating her plastic spoon, she ate it. She and her companion continued chatting, slowly, slowly eating. It takes a lot of time to eat your lunch when your hands are covered in orange socks.
Now here’s the thing: no adult said a word about the socks. No one told her to take them off, and no one told her to hurry up and finish eating.
This centre has been rethinking routines, slowing everything down, so there are fewer transitions and longer blocks of time. Which meant that these two girls could chat amiably over a leisurely lunch and enjoy sock covered hands.
Don’t you think we could all use a leisurely lunch? Got any orange socks?