November 18, 2009
We are in a drawing club that meets outside once a week. The kids run and play and draw as they wish. Yesterday, one mother pulled out watercolors and set to work sitting on her blanket. Later, I looked over my shoulder and she was surrounded by 10 kids - including both of mine. In another hour I was ready to leave. I looked over my shoulder and those kids were all still there, heads bowed over paper, engaged, still, earnest, working. They worked until they were ready to stop - I had long since been ready to go. They worked independently but together, without competition, grades, or thoughts of time. Later, they called it fun.