Autumn Chat ‘n Craft and musings on being part of Sanderling Waldorf School

When our family joined our local Waldorf school four years ago, one of the things that really attracted me was the deep sense of community, and the warm way in which we were not just welcomed with open arms, but genuinely embraced as though we had been there for years and years; it felt amazing.

Another thing that really drew me in was the way they appealed to my artsy side. To be a part of a Waldorf school is to be immersed in a world of reverence and beauty, a celebration of the natural world in all of its glory. Everything is deliberate, from the colors of the walls in each grade’s classroom, to the way that only certain materials are used in play.

We were a homeschooling family, but after attending a free puppet show the school put on for the community, we were sold. That probably sounds silly, but that one little puppet play—in all of its simplicity—suggested to me that this style of education was more than meets the eye. (Spoiler alert: it is.) On our walk back to the car, Jeffrey bean (who was 5 at the time) said, “Mommy, can I PLEASE go to school here in September?” The thought had actually occurred to me too.

When we looked into Waldorf, it was right in line with our values. Some of the philosophies were foreign to us (ie: holding off on learning to read, especially since Jeffrey started reading in his toddler years) but it all made sense and it just felt…right. I really can’t explain it. It just felt right in my gut. It was a more of a knowing.

Long story short, we ended up enrolling at Sanderling and haven’t looked back. When I was brand new Waldorf mom, I was invited to attend a parents’ group called Chat ‘n Craft where we got to learn the ways of Waldorf arts and crafts. This style of crafting using natural materials like sticks, acorn caps foraged from beneath the trees, naturally dyed silks and wools really appealed to me. It reminded me of a simpler time, like my childhood summer vacations when my mom would snuggle my sister and I and we would read the whole Little House in the Prairie box set and then takes naps.

After a year of attending as a guest, as I was asked by the veteran Chat ‘n Craft mama if I might be able to take over as the lead, to which I gave a nervous but enthusiastic “YES!” I have been carrying on the tradition at Sanderling Waldorf since, with the help of said veteran mama of course.

This morning we had our first Chat ‘n Craft meeting of the year, and it was sooo good to sit with fellow mamas and talk and vent and sew and needlefelt and share and laugh at our silly mistakes and just BE, in the present moment, together. So, so good.

We worked on sweet little autumn inspired treasures for a store we’ll open at an upcoming musical event with local children’s group Hullaballoo.

We needlefelted apples and sewed squashy little pumpkins. We made gnomes, each with its own personality. We embroidered leafy, woolen beds for sleepy nature sprite babies. We even made fairy dust necklaces. And it was glorious.

I am planning on sharing tutorials for some of the darling things we created this morning, but for now you can enjoy some photos. 🙂

Hand sewn harvest pumpkins
Sweet wooden peg babies with acorn caps, nestled in leafy woolen beds
I loooooove these needle felted apples!
And of course, we are Waldorf, so we have to have gnomes. 😉

Magical, right? Thanks so much for visiting with me while I rambled on about how much I love Waldorf education and arts and crafts and magic and gnomes. Sometimes I do that. 😉 Until next time my friends.

Toothfairy adventures

 

At 5 am my alarm went off and I rolled over and thought, “I don’t need to meditate right now. I’ll do it later.” So I re-set it for 6. At 6 I thought, “the kids are having oatmeal for breakfast today and that doesn’t take long to make. Another 15 won’t hurt.” So I re-set it for 6:15. I closed my eyes and as I was drifting back to sleep a sudden realization flashed into my awareness: OH CRAP, JEFFREY LOST A TOOTH YESTERDAY. Wide awake I jumped out of bed praying he was still asleep, searched frantically for a dollar, which I found (thank God!) and I snuck into his room, undetected. Phew. I got the dollar under his pillow but couldn’t locate the tooth. He stirred a little but didn’t wake.

I went downstairs and it dawned on me that, duh, he probably used the tooth fairy pillow I made him when he was 4. I went back up, found the tooth in the pillow and took it. He smiled in his sleep. To my bedroom I went. Then, overthinking things like I do, I thought “he’s going to wonder why the dollar isn’t in the tooth pillow.” So I pressed my luck and went back in. As I dug around under his pillow and located the dollar he opened his eyes and stared into my face in his dreamy little way. As quickly as I could I stuffed the dollar into the tooth pillow while kneeling over and giving him a good morning kiss on his forehead, trying to play it off like I was merely getting him up for school. At breakfast I wondered if he had noticed at all. Is it just me, or is he unusually quiet this morning? Was I not stealthy enough? Did I just kill the magic? 

Then on the drive to school I asked if something was up. “Are you ok, Jeffrey bean?” He smiled dreamily and said he was just thinking, but then there was a slight shift in his demeanor. I asked if he wanted to share and he said, “Well…I’ve been wondering…” My heart starts racing a bit… “…When I get my letter from Hogwarts, well, do you and Daddy have to apply first? Do you get to pick your school? Or do they just send me a letter? I really want to go to Hogwarts, but what if I get a letter from Durmstrang instead? What happens?” There was genuine concern on his sweet little face. And that’s when I realized the magic is still very much alive and I have nothing to worry about.

I’m really going to miss this age when it’s gone.