I shudder to think what a desk in a classroom would do to my boys. To think they must move. To talk they must walk. Tying them up would render them without a sensible thing to say and speechless.
I’ve walked into a room and found Ethan pacing back and forth. When asked what he was doing he told me he was thinking. Well ask a silly question and get an even sillier answer, as my grandma would say. Hehehe.
Brayden often walks around the room as he talks to you. If I ask him to stand still to speak to me, I shorten his stories by half (I’m not admitting to whether I do this on purpose at times). And if you happen to be bike riding next to one of my boys, it’ll be your ears that come home sore and not your legs. Hehehe.
My children ride their Gyrocars around and around in circles, in order to think up some wild and wonderful plan, to ponder and mull over some quandary or just to marinate in something they’ve read. Even when they are silent they are moving.
These children I’ve been blessed with jump, roll, run, pace, and ride to keep the mechanisms in their brain wound up and going. Which comes in handy for diagnosing any illnesses – if they are still, they are sick. Who needs a thermometer!
I don’t remember reading about this type of child in the parenting books or the teacher education books for that matter. But they exist – trust me on that.
Imagine what a school would do to children who don’t think inside the box (or a desk or a classroom), but rather need to climb the box, jump from the box, hang off the box or turn the box into a car. I wonder if the answer to educational reform would be to unshackle the children and let them move.