Sunday, October 16, 2016

They Won't Grow Up To Be Pirates

I believe it is the fantastic Dan Hodgins who reminds us that when children pretend to don their eye patches and swashbuckle their way across the seven seas, we never worry that they will grow up to be pirates.

I mean, pirates are real. In real life, they're terrifying. They're criminals. They're violent.

We don't want our kids to grow up to be pirates.

But we can watch a group of children play pirates and we don't worry. We don't wring our hands and fret about their violent futures. Unless the swordplay gets too rowdy, we hardly feel the need to intervene.

We recognize it.

It's normal.

It looks fun.

There are many variations on this kind of play. There may be "good guys" and "bad guys," who can take a variety of forms. Maybe Spiderman or Batman will make an appearance.  Maybe the kids mix it up and add a monster or T-Rex into the mix, or they declare they are knights battling dragons. We recognize these games and they make us smile.

We feel comfortable with play taking these forms because they reinforce certain notions we want to hold onto about children and play. The play looks fun; it's likely very active; there may be laughter; the characters and plot lines are familiar and comfortable and they don't challenge our notions of children's innocence.




We start to get uncomfortable when the details change. Many of us intervene when guns make an appearance. We worry when the characters aren't clearly defined, when the lines between good guys and bad guys get blurred. We worry about desensitization. We worry they will grow up to be violent.

We don't worry that they'll grow up to be a pirate or a T-rex or the Joker. Alternately, we don't hold particularly high hopes that they'll be a superhero or a knight. And this all makes sense, because they never do grow  up to be Batman or the monster under the bed or any imaginary in-between.

The thing is, we aren't quite recognizing this type of play for what it is.

While, yes, play is fun at its core, there are much larger things at stake when kids engage in this kind of play. Pretend play that involves conflict, whether the battle involves superheroes, swords, toy guns or roaring monsters, is a type of therapy for children. It's a way for them to work out things that they find frightening and confusing, and for them to feel powerful when they might otherwise feel powerless. There is no indication that this kind of war play or feigned violence leads in any way to later violent behavior or desensitization to violence. In fact, many studies indicate that this type of play helps children to better manage difficult emotions, especially fear and anger, thus improving mental health and self-control - in other words, it makes them less likely to lash out in anger and violence as adults. This type of play is especially valuable for children who have actually witnessed violence and trauma for a variety of reasons.

 Rough-and-tumble play integrates a variety of motions described by therapists as alerting (jumping, running, sliding) and organizing (pushing, pulling, rolling, tumbling), two of the three stages in the body's natural trauma response cycle (the third type is calming, which applies to calmer sensory experiences such as water and sand play, play dough, painting and cuddling up to read stories). Play in which children imagine themselves thwarting dangerous "bad guys" and monstrous foes -  in whatever form they may take - allows children to feel powerful"Children have very limited control over many areas of their lives. Becoming a superhero in their play allows them to access some sense of power," explains Dr. Amy Bailey, a clinical psychologist at KidsFirst Medical Center in Dubai. "It can help them act out and process any inner turmoil and sense of powerlessness that they have. This can help children to resolve issues of power and control, and it allows them to resolve or reduce fears and anxiety. They can also try out different personas and can experiment about the type of person they want to be."




The same can be said for all the other kinds of "good guy/ bad guy" play, no matter what forms the roles take.


What we must remember, however, is that even when the roles change, the benefits of this style of play remain the same.


A friend of mine recently contacted me out of concern for play she'd witnessed between her son and a school friend.

This little boy playing at their house was acting out a scenario in which he was shooting at police officers. She found this troubling, as she had only seen children's play in which police officers were "good guys."

Scenarios that flip our expected scripts are disturbing to us as adults looking in on children's play. This is often when we rush in to squelch the play. However, this is also typically when the play is the most valuable.

In my little Baton Rouge Playschool, I witnessed children enacting "flood" multiple times after the flooding of August 2016 in which so many of our friends and neighbors lost everything. The children would scream "Our house is flooding! Our house is flooding!" and gather up toys to stow away on top of chairs and tables, "higher ground."

I was fortunate enough to hear Lori Peek, a sociological researcher and co-author of Children of Katrina, speak at LSU recently, and to talk briefly with her about her research as it relates to play. She spoke of the same scenario, recalling that nearly every child, of every age, whom they observed playing freely, played what she referred to as "Evacuation" - rushing about frantically, gathering items, stuffing them in bags, making sure everyone "gets out."

This is not something the children were desensitized to. It was fresh, it was painful, it was weighing heavily on their minds and they were trying hard to understand what was happening, what their role was, and what control they had in such frightening circumstances, circumstances in which the adults in their lives seemed lost and afraid.

In his book Children and Play in the Holocaust: Games Among the Shadows, George Eisen describes children playing games they devised such as "grave digging" and "gatekeepers." As recounted by Dr. Aaron Peretz, a survivor of the Kovno ghetto:

"The children in the ghetto would play and laugh, and in their games the entire tragedy was reflected. They would play grave-digging: they would dig a pit and put a child inside and call him Hitler. And they would play at being gatekeepers of the ghetto. Some of the children played the parts of Germans, some of Jews, and the Germans were angry and would beat the other children who were Jews. And they used to play funerals..."

These children were not desensitized to the horror they were living through. They were struggling to make sense of it, to cope, as that is the only way they could possibly survive it. No one could argue that these children wanted to grow up to be a Nazi, beating up Jewish children. These children were taking on these roles to try to feel a sense of power over those who wielded power over them, to try to process the source of their fears.


The little boy - only four, a preschooler, who played out "shooting cops" at my friends' house was doing the same. This type of play allows children to process fears, to overcome their feelings of powerlessness, to try to understand other perspectives.

This summer, children saw on the news that police officers shot people. People who weren't bad guys. Many children, such as this child, may have previously only seen police officers in a negative light. They were already afraid of law enforcement. The adults in their lives were distrustful of law enforcement. These events deepened their fears.

They were not desensitized. They were frightened. They were trying to process, to understand. To find power in a world that offers them no power.

Meanwhile, children in another part of town, such as my friends' children and my own, were shaken to the core by news that police officers - men and women they were taught would help them find their way home if they were lost and "catch bad guys" who may be sneaking about to steal their toys - that some of these people may actually have bad intentions, may be dangerous. At the very least, they are simply human beings who can make mistakes, mistakes that have dire consequences consequences that cannot be undone. They thought these people would protect them. Their worlds were rocked with news that police officers can hurt people. People that weren't the bad guys. And that the bad guys could hurt good police officers. And that police officers in scary riot gear - so different from the friendly neighborhood cops in "community helper" booklets, read to be colored blue - were arresting good people, too. This didn't fit into their previous world view.

These types of nuance, this level of complication, is never present when Batman has to take on the bad guys. Not when a knight slays a dragon. This isn't the Ender Dragon or Darth Vader. Real world good and bad is sticky and confusing and terrifying.

Children have to process these things in their own way, their own time. For many, it will mean acting out the same scenario over and over again. Acting out a scenario we, as adults, will find disturbing and ugly.

It does not mean that these children are desensitized to violence, and they are certainly not becoming desensitized through this style of play.

They are processing their fear, their confusion, their feelings of powerlessness.

The children of our city spent a summer immersed in news of police officers shooting citizens and citizens shooting police officers. Terror and unrest were constantly unfolding on television screens and whispered about by the adults in their lives. Their already shaky foundations were rocked further by flood waters that ruined homes and churches and schools. That's a lot to process, a lot of reasons to feel powerless.

The children played "jail." There were lots of good guys and bad guys and shooting and death. They played funeral and policeman and super heroes and Star Wars and bizarre mashups involving components of all these things. Arms were chopped off with light sabers and opponents were slain with dart guns. This all looks awfully unpleasant to the adults looking on, and, frankly, it is unpleasant.

But for children, especially those too young to write in a journal or even express eloquently in words what they are feeling, play is a language. Their play scenarios reveal what is on their minds - what they fear, what they seek to understand, what they need to overcome.

As parents and caregivers, we need to support them in these efforts, as this is how they cope with the scary things, the difficult things where the lines between good and bad are blurred. This is how they develop empathy and emotional regulation - again, how they will grow up to be the kinds of adults who solve problems with words instead of fists and guns.

This is why I won't interfere with feigned shooting or explosions and why I'll bit my tongue and watch when a child takes on a role in his or her play that I find upsetting or contrary to my worldview. Kids need this sort of play, and it has been going on in various iterations for much longer than I've been alive.

And not one of these children will likely grow up to be a pirate.


** I realize that there will be many readers who, rightly, are concerned about their children of color playing with replica weapons.  There is a very real concern about children's safety, based on the horrific events such as the shooting of Tamir Rice, and it stems from very real, and much larger, issues of systemic racism.

This is not a simple issue, and it is something, as a mother of white children, I cannot claim to fully understand.

However, this fear, valid though it may be, does not negate the need for children to safely and freely engage in this kind of play, most especially those of minority populations. The very children who are most at risk when engaging freely in this sort of play are the ones who most need it. The fact that society fears it so tremendously is further indication that they need it desperately.

This, to me, is a call to find ways to create more safe places for children to play freely, in spaces where they are given freedom and autonomy and can be ensured safety by trained, knowledgeable, caring playworkers.

In her article, "When Play is Criminalized: Racial Disparities in Childhood," Eisa Nefertari Ulen explains,

"Black and Brown children's bodies are so heavily policed that the state of being a child of color in America can

 feel like a kind of occupation. This occupation of the child inhibits free play. According to Wilson, the war-time conditions that inspired the adventure playground movement when it originated in Denmark, approximate the conditions Black caregivers face today. While most American playgrounds contain permanent structures, like swings and slides, which were built according to very strict, very adult guidelines, in adventure playgrounds, or "junk playgrounds," children use wood, old tires, tape and other materials to build play environments they can tear down and build again according to their own imaginative visions.
The first adventure playground was produced by a Workers Cooperative Housing Association in Emdrupvej, Denmark, during the 1940s German occupation of that country. Parents needed solutions to shield young people from the occupying forces as they engaged in everyday play activities. Parents feared that "their children's play might be mistaken for acts of sabotage by soldiers," Wilson explains. Rather than roam and play as children have done through time everywhere in the world, in Denmark and later, in blitzed neighborhoods throughout England, war-weary children turned to adventure playgrounds, which offered safe spaces to engage in the exuberant bursts of activity and noise-making associated with truly free play.
"Parents of young people of color in the United States often face very similar concerns," Wilson says, "as their sons and daughters are likely to encounter disproportionate rates of discipline and policing, both in public spaces and inside of school buildings. Black male children in particular are often not afforded the benefit of being perceived as innocent, and behavior that is forgiven of white children is more often interpreted as deviant when exhibited by children of color."
With Black children facing suspension for wearing their hair in a natural style ,handcuffed for showing their friends a science experiment , and physically disciplined for minor infractions, Black parents often fear that free play, and the exuberant expression of freedom uninhibited play engenders, puts their children at risk.
Punitive discipline and the policing of Black children in schools is just one impediment to free play in communities of color. When families wish to encourage free play for their children in schools that don't suffer from predatory officers and officials, those of low socio-economic status often lack safe spaces in which to do so. Studies published in the American Journal of Preventive Medicine and the American Journal of Health Promotion concluded that Black and Brown children and children of a low socio-economic status aren't even getting access to basic PE, much less the richer experience of free play that Barnes described or the adventure playground model that Wilson works to support."
My hope is that more understanding of children's developmental needs and more opportunities for safe free play can be brought to children in sensitive populations, both here in Baton Rouge and nationwide.
Interested in learning more about my work to bring PLAY to Baton Rouge? Check out Red Stick Pop Up Play and contact us to get involved in our efforts.
Learn more about the value of Adventure Playgrounds to historically under served communities here: The Venture, Wrexham, Wales
Check out Pop Up Adventure Play and Play Empowers to learn about national and international efforts to bring play to all children in all communities. 











Friday, August 26, 2016

Won't Wash Away


Art Credit: Mason Meyer, age 6

"Did people's houses flood all the way up to the roof?" my friend's six year old son asked her. 

Yes, all the way to the roof.

Most of us here in southern Louisiana have friends and family whose houses flooded up to the roof.

My son's school flooded to the roof. Everything was lost.

His dear friend's house flooded to the roof. My husband spent a Saturday helping the family totally gut the house and clear out the wreckage. Working alongside a large crew of many family, friends, and neighbors, they still didn't finish the job.

I'm still watching children process this information.

All the way up to the roof?

Photo Credit: noaa.gov

It's a difficult concept to grasp for adults, even.

For children, it's nearly beyond comprehension, even for those who experienced it firsthand.

***

 "Mardi Gras" is a pretty common play scenario around here. Furniture gets moved and tubs flipped over, boxes are dragged out and "floats" are created. Heavy bags full of last year's parade hauls - beads in every color, the occasional strange stuffed toy or piece of plastic jewelry, perhaps a glow stick that has long since lost its glow - are shoved into place in the rear of said "float," and the kids start bopping to the music (real or imagined) and tossing their "throws" to the parade attendees (usually me).

      I've seen this scenario quite a bit lately, as it's a fun thing to do with a full house of kids. In a departure from my usual small group of Playschool kids, I've been filling my weekend, afternoon and evening hours with friends' kids and friends of friends' kids, as they clean out and gut their homes, or the homes of neighbors, or volunteer at shelters, bringing much needed comfort and medical attention and supplies to evacuees (both humans and their pets). Women like me, filling this sort of behind the scenes role, have been dubbed "Cajun Rosies" as a nod to Rosie the Riveter and in keeping with the "Cajun Navy" and "Cajun Army," local people on the front lines in flood rescue and salvage.

      I've had conversations with kids who lost everything, including their family dog, in the floods. I've seen kids' eyes light up at the sight of a particular toy or book that was a favorite in that child's home before it was taken by the flood waters. The term "shelter" is used often in children's play, even when it is centered around "worms" tunneling through the play dough or "butterflies" emerging from a tangled "chrysalis" of blankets. Death and dying are common themes, embedded in scenarios like "dead foxes" and "dead princess," where all the princesses and woodland creatures can be revived with a quick trip in the box ambulance or some time tucked into the "hospital bed" on the couch. "Death" is reversible, it seems, but that is the term that's used nonetheless. It's something they're hearing, maybe on the news, maybe whispered by adults who think they aren't listening. It's worrisome to them and they're trying to make sense of it. Play is how children process those concepts that are difficult to process. This is how they make sense of their world.

      Most of the kids I'm hosting weren't directly affected by the floods and go home to dry homes and familiar toys and pets who are very much alive each night. But they've all had at least one parent wading through floodwaters or knocking out dry wall or negotiating the needs of people who have lost everything in shelters. This is a pervasive part of everyone's world right now.

     These kids are trying hard to make sense of the events that bring strong adults in their lives to tears and have taken from their friends the very comforts they take for granted themselves. They act out these things that scare and confuse them by playing "dead princess" and "worm shelters" and controlling the outcomes of the events. They are seeking ways to feel powerful in this time where even those who are "in charge" feel powerless. Sometimes they are more explicit in their play schemes  - I've watched children play "our house is flooding" multiple times - packing up toys and art supplies, sweeping them from the shelves into bags and climbing onto chairs. "Oh no! Our house is flooding! Get up here! Get up here!" There is a real intensity in this scenario, with children rushing breathlessly to higher ground.

     But amidst all these scenarios (and a healthy dose of your typical discussions of poop and Pokemon), I've seen "Mardi Gras" acted out many, many times. The "floats" seem to become more and more elaborate, and the usage of dress up bin items has been impressive. They dance and sling beads and remind their audience to say "throw me somethin'!" if they want the good throws.

     Amidst the loss, the ruin, the whispers of adults who worry many areas of Southern Louisiana will never be the same, these kids are reveling in the beauty of this place, this culture. They are processing through very serious, direct play scenarios, yes, but there is also valuable therapy in celebrating what we have, what we want to hang onto. A little glitter, a little laughter, something special thrown just to me - these things heal. These things remind us what we're working to save. Kids get that.

      Yesterday the Krewe of Ms. Sylvan's House put together a fantastic float, spanning a large area of my living room. They decked it out and prepared their throws. When the parade was ready to start, they requested music. I queued up a Spotify playlist entitled "New Orleans" after a quick scroll through to ensure there wasn't anything inappropriate in the lineup.  I started to sweep up from the day's snacks and craft activities, and Professor Longhair's "Go to the Mardi Gras" began and the living room Mardi Gras party was in full swing. As I stowed away rogue crayons and blocks, the parade continued, kids laughing and dancing and slinging beads. The next song began, and it was less ebullient: Steve Earle's painfully beautiful "This City."

    The words and the contrast to the joy of the moment moved me to tears and I had to excuse myself to the kitchen to wipe down counters and cry.

    Watching from the doorway where they couldn't see me wiping away tears, I was further moved by their resilience, their complete immersion in their play that blocked out the lyrics:

"This city won't wash away
This city won't ever drown
Blood in the water and hell to pay
Sky tear open and pain rain down
Doesn't matter 'cause come what may
I ain't ever gonna leave this town
This city won't wash away
This city won't ever drown"

     They continued to dance and laugh and toss beads around my living room. They continued to be children, and to immerse themselves fully in this moment that brought them joy.

     That is what moves us forward.

     That is what we are working to save.

     That can't be washed away.



Want to help Baton Rouge's Flood Relief Efforts? Here are some great local organizations working hard to rebuild our city and the beautiful community of people in it:

Together Baton Rouge

North Baton Rouge Disaster Relief

Companion Animal Alliance

The Loveabulls Project

Flood Recovery Fund for East Baton Rouge Public Schools

Runnels Art - Flood Recovery Fund

First United Methodist Church - Flood Relief

Read more about the effects of the flooding on the city's children here.

Learn more about play's healing effects in our city here.


Thursday, August 11, 2016

Part of the Solution (Guest Blog for PLAY EMPOWERS)


I live in Baton Rouge.

I love this city.

I work here as an early childhood educator and an advocate for play-based learning.

I advocate on behalf of my own two children and of all this city's children.

My work is play and I believe strongly that it is the most important work I'll ever do.

Photo Credit: Maggie Clarke

Three years ago, my little family embarked on a grand adventure.

We packed up our belongings and moved nearly 800 miles from Winston-Salem, North Carolina to Baton Rouge, Louisiana, a city where we knew no one and which we had only visited once in a whirlwind trip to find a home and visit a few schools.

I was immediately taken with this city, with its majestic live oaks stretching across the streets, beads glittering from their branches. I reveled in its culture of celebration, constant festivals and parades and football tailgates. We moved in July - I brought the kids down a month ahead of my husband to give them a chance to feel at home and make friends before school, and everyday life, began in earnest. The heat and humidity were oppressive and the mosquitoes were numerous, but I quickly fell in love with my new city. We made friends, we made our house a home, I got a job and life seemed good. 

School started in August. My four year old son wore a uniform for the first time, as do all public school students in East Baton Rouge parish. He chose a backpack and lunchbox emblazoned with his favorite super heroes and struggled to keep his burgundy polo shirt tucked into the tiny elasticized waistband of his navy blue shorts. He and his classmates ate their free school breakfast in silence daily. He learned to walk quietly, in straight lines. He adored his preschool teacher, though the parents of many of the other students complained that she let the three and four year olds in his class play too much and she did not give them enough homework.

He wondered out loud about the differences from block to block in town - from the quaint, well-kept homes on our street to the "shotgun" style row houses closer to his school which were clearly in poorer repair, some with broken windows or holes in the roofs. He worried that his classmates lived in these homes, wondered what happened when it rained. He asked why no one cared more about those people and those neighborhoods. I didn't have an answer. 

I made my own adjustment. I was transitioning from an extremely progressive magnet school in North Carolina, one that embraced students as people and gave them ownership of their learning, that gave teachers autonomy in the classroom with the expectation that they would reach those kids. I was now expected to test my students weekly in every subject and graph their test results for weekly data meetings. Students were expected to be re-tested until they "passed," with the data taking precedence over actual knowledge retention.  We were encouraged to plot student progress on wall charts for all to see. Recess was fifteen minutes daily. Lunch was silent. Children who struggled with emotional regulation were to be sent to the time out monitor, not a counselor. There was required paperwork to track their referrals, and I was told this information was needed for when they "entered the system" later. 

We were not preparing children to be leaders, to be citizens, to be thinkers, to be voters.


The students in Baton Rouge's public schools are predominantly black, predominantly poor. The schools here didn't even begin desegregation until 1981, and that effort has been largely declared a failure. 

These children are being denied their childhoods, their opportunities to play and strengthen social skills and emotional regulation. abilities. These young children, largely underprivileged children of color in a historically segregated city, are being prepared not for college, not for careers, but for prison. 

I had many seasoned teachers and administrators tell me that things HAD to be this way because Baton Rouge has such high poverty levels. "You must not have had poverty problems where you come from" was the common refrain, and I was never believed when I insisted that, yes, we did. Winston Salem has very high levels of poverty, and my school there was a fairly accurate representation of the city's demographics (we were a  "lottery" magnet, meaning selection was purely random, based on lottery). We had some of the highest test scores in the state. We let children play. We gave them ownership of their learning. We gave teachers the autonomy to teach in ways that were authentic to them and their students.

We believed in our students. We envisioned them as college graduatesAs successes. As people. 

I keep in touch with former colleagues and students and am constantly impressed with the work they are doing (see linked articles above to read about two phenomenal young women I had the opportunity to teach at this very special school, representative of the accomplishments of the majority of that school's graduates). We also had fantastic family involvement that, yes, spoke to the kinds of families who were attracted to our school, but also spoke to the kind of atmosphere we created - one that embraced all students, all people. One that meshed with the surrounding community. This was very intentional. It was not luck or happy coincidence. It was our mission

We prepared students to be future leaders because we not only allowed them to think and to question, we encouraged them to do so. We not only allowed them to "goof off" and be kids from time to time, but we encouraged them to do so.

We embraced and nurtured their humanity.

The mistake of policy makers in East Baton Rouge schools is that they continue to do more of the same thing they've been doing for years and expect different results. 

They continue to emphasize conformity and control over connection and humanity.


They continue to take away recess, to take away teacher autonomy, to shame rather than uplift, to direct rather than collaborate, to declare rather than listen. Our children are suffering.

This quote is lovely and makes the rounds often. I'd argue, however, that all students come to school to be loved. And that we need to spend far more time listening to their needs and less time testing their recall of facts. Alfie Kohn writes about this here and here.

I didn't feel like I was part of the solution.

I felt like part of the problem.

I traded in my public school job for running my own tiny in-home playschool. My work has grown from a small group of kids in my own backyard to outreach programs throughout the city.

I'm sure there are some that wonder, in light of the systemic issues I describe, why building with cardboard boxes and climbing trees have become my focus rather than something larger and more visible. 

I found myself wondering this, too, as my city erupted in anger and panic over these past weeks as the long-simmering tensions boiled over. I wanted to help in healing this place I call home, and worried that I could not possibly do enough.

But the truth is, we all have to do our own small part. No person can do it all, and we all have to share whatever gifts we have. That's how we make an impact. That's how we make a change.

My city is hurting right now. We are in the news for recent tragic events but the pain is not new. People are angry, and rightly so. We are painted as being very much divided, but from where I sit, people on both "sides" want a lot of the same things.

They want to feel safe.

They want a better life for their families, for their children.

They want to feel that their voices are heard.

This is where we can be part of the solution. 

In the days following a string of tragedies both in my city and in other parts of the nation, from the shootings of Alton Sterling and Philando Castile to the shooting of the Dallas policemen and the protests and unrest that grew out of those events, I held a pop-up play day for Baton Rouge kids. 

We played.

Photo Credit: Sylvan Taylor


We built.
Photo Credit: Sylvan Taylor


It rained.

Photo Credit: Sylvan Taylor


And rained.

Photo Credit: Sylvan Taylor


And then we played and built some more.


Photo Credit: Sylvan Taylor

Photo Credit: Sylvan Taylor
Photo Credit: Sylvan Taylor



These kids worked together, helping one another to build forts and scale trees and fight off "bad guys."

Photo Credit: Sylvan Taylor

Things like age and race and gender didn't matter much. at all.

Heat didn't stop us. Thunderstorms didn't stop us. 

Our city was hurting and afraid, and these kids reminded us that there could still be joy.

The next day brought more unrest and anger as peaceful protests turned agitated, as fearful police were directed to respond with force against citizens trying to be heard. As the voices of a few drowned out the reason of many.

Out of the pain and anger grew a call for unity. Local churches gave me an opportunity to hold a children's event alongside their worship service.

Again, it rained, and our outdoor service was moved into an oyster bar across the street with generous owners.

The rain stopped, and again, we played.

We chalked the walks with words of love and peace for all to see.

Photo Credit: Sylvan Taylor

We blew bubbles and made a banner and played some more. 

Photo Credit: Casey Meyer

Photo Credit: Casey Meyer


And it was all so beautiful.

You might still wonder why this is my response to all the hurting, the violence, the divisiveness all around me.

Why am I standing there blowing bubbles? 


There are so many reasons.

Imaginative play is one of the best ways for children to process their emotions during times of crisis and tragedy. The news right now in my corner of the world is scary indeed, and children need outlets to process their fear and grief. 

“The inherent desire to create – whether on paper or in scenarios with toys – is universal to us all. For this reason, play is an invaluable tool for communication.Children learn how to process complicated feelings through a playful filter and explore tough questions in a language that is easier for them to understand... And while the world and the threats it poses may change, children everywhere continue to try to solve its problems through imaginative games." ("How Children Use Play to Make Sense of Terrorism," Lizzie Enfield)

In play we are at peace. We are in a state of calm alertness; we are aware of all around us and awake, but not agitated, not stressed. We feel joy. We feel a sense of belonging.

That is healing no matter who you are. I challenge you to watch children at play and not smile at the very least, if not feel the urge to join in.

We build connections through events such as these. People gather and talk. They laugh. They feel together, not divided. We learn to truly SEE one another.

This heals. 

The greatest reason, however, is that play is an investment in our children.

True free, authentic play is how children develop a sense of empathy. This is something that cannot be taught, especially not in traditional schools. This is something that is only developed through play.

Empathetic children grow up to be empathetic adults.

They grow up to be people who can see things from another's perspective, who can bridge differences and solve problems with words. They grow up to be the helpers, the police officers who embrace protesters, the protesters who use words instead of violence, the teachers and social workers and ministers who speak out for making a difference. The citizens who help out their neighbors. 

These are leaders. These are peacemakers. These are the GOOD we wish to see in the world.

Opportunities for child-led play are also the solution for raising children who can regulate their emotions, especially fear and anger. 

This is the  "emotion regulation theory of play—the theory that one of play’s major functions is to teach young mammals how to regulate fear and anger.[4]  In risky play, youngsters dose themselves with manageable quantities of fear and practice keeping their heads and behaving adaptively while experiencing that fear.  They learn that they can manage their fear, overcome it, and come out alive.  In rough and tumble play they may also experience anger, as one player may accidentally hurt another.  But to continue playing, to continue the fun, they must overcome that anger.  If they lash out, the play is over.  Thus, according to the emotion regulation theory, play is, among other things, the way that young mammals learn to control their fear and anger so they can encounter real-life dangers, and interact in close quarters with others, without succumbing to negative emotions." (from "Risky Play: Why Children Love It and Need It" by Peter Gray).

Children given the opportunities for free play become adults who can control their fear and anger. Again, they become problem solvers, effective collaborators and leaders. They become peacemakers.

They become the solution.

My part may not be loud or flashy. 

But it brings me tremendous joy and it IS the solution for our nation's future.

A friend shared this with me as I was writing this post, and I want to close on this idea:

 “The future of our country is being built on our work in early childhood development. We all must play a role in helping every child succeed. We are overdue, my friends. Nearly 120 years ago, The New York Times wrote an editorial with these words: ‘Given one generation of children properly born and wisely trained, and what a vast proportion of human ills would disappear from the face of the earth.’”  ("Investing Early: The Best Sort of Nation Building" by David Lawrence)

This is my solution.

Photo Credit: Sylvan Taylor

This is my part.

Photo Credit: Sylvan Taylor

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Saturday, June 25, 2016

Come Together

A sweet friend of mine recently asked me to make a guest post on her blog. She made a point to acknowledge  up front  that she and I don't see eye to eye on all things and to assure me that her posts aren't typically focused on those areas where we disagree. I appreciate and admire her candor and consideration for my viewpoints and my image, but this isn't something that really concerns me. I actually really value the fact that this person thinks very differently from me on some issues, yet still respects my viewpoints, and that we can share similar views on many other topics without feeling we need to overlap in every area. I told her this, too. Though, of course, it's nice - and probably necessary - to agree on some things with close friends, I tremendously value those friends that challenge my beliefs and broaden my horizons, or those who simply hold their tongues when they think my ideas are totally nuts (and I can then happily do the same for them). We don't have to have everything in common. Our world is actually richer when we are surrounded by interesting, kind people with whom we respectfully disagree.

It's the "respectfully" part that is the key component here. With it, we have a world that is richer and more lively, more vibrant. Without it, we have discord. We engage in a bleak, anxious scrambling to prove who is right. This happens a lot online. A lot. Probably because the other people cease to become "other people" in our eyes as we start pounding away at the keyboard, seeing them only as their words, their beliefs, their ideas with which we disagree. The more distanced we become from people, the less we see them as individuals and the more we see them as "the other," the less we care about them and their feelings. They become less real, less human to us. This is where we start hammering out the nastiness in the comments section. This is where we fire off the angry email, the accusatory response with a snarky grammar critique. This is where we stop listening, because we've become detached. We cease to see the other person's point of view and we cease to learn from one another.

 Two people I hold in very high regard, both as bloggers and real-life people, have recently written lovely blog posts related to this notion (Maggie Clarke at Everything is Fine Here and Tom Hobson at Teacher Tom). So obviously the clear choice was for me to rehash what they had to say rather than start on that guest post (which I am also working on, for the record).

I kid. I've actually been devoting a great deal of thought to this idea of people with differing mindsets coming together, building community. I speak and think and write a lot about the microcosm that is my playschool, in which the kids are learning to accept one another and interact in ways that benefit the whole group through their play. This is necessity for them - in order for them to have playmates, to have fun, they have to accept each other and work through their differences. One of the core principles of play is that everyone participates by choice and is free to leave at any time.


This is something that kids grew up having all the time a generation or two ago - they roamed their neighborhoods and played with whoever was available, no matter if they were a different age or gender or race or culture. They learned to work out their differences so they had playmates. Fast forward to our current generation of kids who typically interact with peers chosen by their parents during playdates at one another's houses, The playmate pool is already narrowed based on the parents' connections and preferences and also generally by  the children's age/ grade in school, as well. Then the children's play is typically overseen very, very closely by the adults. I'm concerned that these kids aren't learning to see the "other" as a person, to empathize with other viewpoints or to navigate differences on their own.

Now I know that there are lots of readers pausing here, who wish to point out that a few generations ago, society was very much segregated and people were unlikely to interact very much with those outside of their own particular race or social class. This is absolutely true - but hear me out.

We no longer live in a segregated country (though that's debatable, unfortunately). The laws say we can and should all frequent the same spaces and do the same things and we should theoretically all be living and working together. We have constant access to social media and ways to reach out to people in the far reaches of the globe. WE SHOULD BE GETTING BETTER AT THIS. We should be more worldly and open minded and aware. We should be less separate, less segregated. We should be coming together, embracing our differences. Sometimes I"m not sure if this is happening at all. It seems we may be trading one kind of segregation for another.

No longer comfortable with letting our kids play outside, we come home and keep them inside with us. watching TV or playing video games - perhaps playing creatively, too, yes, but still typically inside and often alone. Play with other children is planned and cultivated and often takes the form of organized sports. Adults are able to narrow their own social circles and media consumption down such that they are only exposed to views they already agree with. We are still, in so many ways, segregated from those who are different from us, but now it is through our own choice. Further, the current generation of children aren't getting the opportunities to develop and practice the skills they will need to reach out to others. Their lives are so structured, so cultivated, so managed by adults.

About a year ago, I participated in a discussion forum intended to find ways to improve our city's public schools, which are largely failing. The schools here were not desegregated until 1981 and the effort left the schools still mostly segregated, with white families fleeing for private schools in droves (the linked articles give an excellent overview of the history here and its modern repercussions, if you are interested). The results are tremendous, and disheartening. Not only are our schools still largely segregated along racial and economic lines, the gap between "have" and "have not" continues to grow, with the public schools, save a few "magnet" programs, continuing to be housed in unacceptable facilities without the funds for such basics as soap and paper towels in the bathrooms. Families who are able continue to opt for private school, feeling forced to pay to get their children a quality education. Those who cannot afford to pay often have no choice. As test scores continue to plummet (a dubious measure of school quality, to be sure), administrators and legislators scramble to solve the problem through measures that actually make things worse - increasing instruction time, increasing student assessment and data collection, cutting recess, making schools more structured, less warm and inviting. Depriving these students of their basic rights as children. Studies have shown for decades that what children really need to thrive and succeed are opportunities to engage in hands-on, interactive, child-led learning, opportunities to play and recharge, and opportunities to build meaningful relationships with caring adults at school.

I went into this event armed with information on how play and developmentally appropriate behavior expectations would benefit our schools. I spoke and I feel my voice was heard, but as I listened, a broader issue emerged - loss of community. Participants of all races and all ages, but especially the older members of the group, lamented loss of community as a primary concern. Loss of community as a result of forced busing of students outside their neighborhood school zones. Loss of community due to the white flight to private schools, and further flight from the "haves" of all races as the city's public schools began to fail.  Loss of community as the district scrambled to create more magnets and other special programs then moved them from campus to campus (many feel this is an effort to cover failing test scores of the basic population, especially with the district's gifted programs which are frequently housed in "rough" neighborhood schools and moved from school to school). Loss of community as the schools became increasingly less child-centered, and increasingly more data- centered.They mourned the loss of the neighborhood school as a place where kids felt safe and welcomed, where parents were a welcomed part of the school community, where there was continuity from year to year. An overarching theme from the older members of the group was the fact that neighborhood schools were once strong community centers and now they simply aren't. We've made all these efforts to solve specific problems, and created more in the process.

We don't need more tests.

We don't need more arbitrary rules and regulations.

We need to see kids as people. We need to embrace them for who they are and find ways to help them grow to be their best selves. This means allowing them to be children who behave as children do, and allowing them to play and socialize during the school day. This means backing off sometimes so that they can learn to empathize with others and manage their own emotions.



We need to make schools the kinds of places that parents and grandparents and engaged members of the community feel welcomed.

This means finding a way to get to know our neighbors so we can see where we are alike, instead of only seeing the "otherness."

This doesn't mean pretending we are all the same and have exactly the same needs. It means valuing and respecting our differences while finding common ground.

We need to see each other as people, no matter how different we are or how much we may disagree. We need to reach out and build connections. We need to mend our communities.

I was fortunate enough to hold my inaugural "Pop Up" play event at Front Yard Bikes, a terrific community resource in Old South Baton Rouge. Every aspect of it was wonderful, but most exciting the coming together of people of all ages and backgrounds to play, to hang out, to get to know each other better and build connections.








Big kids helped little kids, kids from public schools and private schools and kids whose parents would never facilitate play dates with one another as well as those who were old, close friends... these kids all just PLAYED together. They built and laughed and argued and problem solved together.

They came together. The built a community, no matter how temporary, how fleeting. In those moments, differences were forgotten and common goals were shared. Their lives were made richer.

Adults can learn a lot from kids at play.

I was talking with Dustin, the founder of Front Yard Bikes, as I cleaned up after our Pop Up. He remarked that we operate on opposite ends of the spectrum, and there is a lot of truth in that. I'd argue that we are more alike than it seems, however.

He described himself as a "drill sergeant" compared to my free-form play facilitator. In his role he has to be stern at times, and hold the kids who work with him to high standards. Those kids - many of them better described as young adults - come to him to learn work ethic and work skills. This is their job and he expects them, rightly, to act accordingly. He runs a tight ship but his love for those kids and his desire to see them succeed is evident in every action, every word. Further, the atmosphere he cultivates and the expectations of the kids who work with him are authentic. They are real. The rules and consequences aren't contrived, they are carefully designed to benefit the kids of FYB. He's not simulating "the real world." He has created a very real community where every member's contributions are necessary and valued. 


We are both meeting the needs of the kids we work with, and acting out of love for them. The needs, of course, are different for my bubbling, bustling preschoolers, just starting out on their journey and exploring their worlds. Play is how they understand their world, build their social and emotional regulation skills, build the foundation for future academic endeavors of all kinds. His kids are closer to "launch," and in need of a different kind of guidance. 

We are both dedicated to strengthening "our kids" through authentic, meaningful experiences, and to building stronger communities for them. We are tapping into our individual strengths to realize those goals. Very different, but very much the same. I'm honored to have shared the FYB space and gotten the opportunity to see this amazing program in action. The benefits to the community that Front Yard Bikes provides are tremendous, and my world is richer in connecting to this resource. 

This is what we need to do.

We need to come together.

We need to come together as often as we can, even if it is only for short moments like this Pop-Up Play Day. We need to talk and share and occasionally just step back and watch kids at play. Because they've kind of got it all figured out. 

We need help one another to educate and nurture the whole child. Our schools aren't getting the job done right now, so we need to help each other to fill those gaps. There were many discussions that day about possible ways we can begin to help our schools, ways we can change this, and that's exciting and it makes me optimistic for the future. But we can't just wait for that to happen. We have to help each other now. 

We have to look past the differences and find that we share so much already. 


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