Child-Centered
The educators among us know too well the term “child
centered;” most parents do too. We are used to think of it as a good thing, as
a progressive, liberal (I know there is a huge difference but for the sake of
this little blog entry excuse my generalizations) buzz word. But is it?
I recently changed pre-school for my 3.5 years old son, for different
reasons. As a Waldorf advocate I strongly believe this is the very best education
a child can have, but as a philosopher of education I also know there is no
single system/method/approach that is good for 100% of the children, and as a
mindful parent I couldn’t not notice that my son - showing clear analytic-thinking
signs and a growing interest in {sigh} technology, numbers and letters - needs
an environment that includes those aspects in their daily rhythm. For this and
other reasons (religious, financial, location), I signed both my son and my 15
years old daughter to a Jewish Pre-school that is considered as “the best.”
But as it turned out, what’s best for some parents can be others’
educational nightmare.
Upon entering the building one can notice that it is an
institutional business, one with good intentions, nevertheless a business whose
clients are the paying, influential parents, not their children. The adults in
the building outnumber the children, and this is in a place with a long waiting
list and over-populated classrooms. The light is an office-like florescent, and
so are the grey carpets. The space is mmm…sterile. The discourse…..oy….since
when ”teachers” and “curriculum” became part of the toddler’s lives? The
“schedule” (really, no “routine” here, it is a strict schedule that follows a digital
clock, packed with structured time (apparently “free play” is interpreted into having
a “choice” between the beads table and the rubber-shape one…). All this is was
enough to make me cry over the weekend, not sure as for how to rescue my
children. And then there is the Art Work.
When I first came to this place I couldn’t not notice the
vast amount of art work everywhere, allegedly made by children. First, I don’t
believe this, I don’t believe that the glass-mobile or the hand-made stuffed
birds on the tree have been made by 3 or even 4 years old children. It has been
made by their teachers, which is absolutely fine, so why deny it? As for the “art”
actually made by children, on the very first week it is already all over the
place. The children are engaged in “activities” all the time (parents:
“we don’t pay for our children to nap” – so those who stay after 12, don’t…).
What is the message we convey to children by hanging their
projects {grrr} everywhere? We convey that they are the center of our world,
that their scribbles worth the world to us: those who pay and need to have
something to brag about over our Lattes. So in a sense they are the center,
like the sun they supposed to keep us warm and shine. What a huge
responsibility for a toddler is that.
Furthermore, what we fail to teach them when we put them at
the center is humility, hope and a sense of belonging to the human community as
a whole. We fail to teach them that they are part of an ongoing human dialogue
in which art, music, philosophy – are all part of the humanistic building. By
not hanging any real art work or an object that is meaningful for the adult who
works with them all day, we turn them into self-absorbed, entitled brats, the
ones that 5 years later we don’t know what to do with.
Instead of putting them at the center as if they were the
sun itself, we need to show them that we all fragments of this great light
which is greater than the sum of its parts. Instead of spoiling them on the one
hand in the name of “they are only children” and then expect them to know,
learn and act like adults, we need to honor what they are: little children,
with a relatively small vocabulary, short attention span, limited bodily
control, and a lot of confusion stirred with wonder.
The Good:
First, staying close to my own children: i have decided to pick up my son, who although signed for full days, complains (and acts) to be tired and hence aggravated, at noon, the time i pick my baby girl anyway. This way he can either take a much-needed long nap or at least enjoy some quits time.
Also, i try to advocate for children's right for a slow, playful rhythm within my community, e.g beginning to create a happy and healthy space for the toddlers in our synagogue. Finally, i gave kids' clothing and toys to different families instead of simply dropping everything by Goodwill store.
