The Fox went out on a chilly night…

This is one of our favorite songs right now. Thanks to Wikipedia, I just learned that this song originated in 13th century England. There are dozens of recordings out there (Pete Seeger!) and several picture books, including one illustrated by Peter Spier that we will read next week.

When we sing it, we alternate gender pronouns, he/she/they. Mommy foxes hunt, too! Here are the words with gender-neutral pronouns.

The Fox Went Out On a Chilly Night
The fox went out on a chilly night, they prayed to the moon to give them light,
for they’d many a-mile to go that night, before they reached the town-o, town-o, town-o,
many a-mile to go that night before they reached the town-o.

They ran ’til they came to the great big bin, the ducks and the geese were kept there-in,
they said, “A couple of you will grease my chin, before I leave this town-o, town-o, town-o,
a couple of you will grease my chin before I leave this town-o.”

They grabbed the grey goose by the neck, flung the little one over their back,
they didn’t mind the quack-quack-quack, and the legs all dangling down-o, down-o, down-o,
they didn’t mind the quack-quack-quack, and the legs all dangling down-o.

Then Old Mother Pitter-Patter jumped out of bed, out of the window she stuck her head,
crying, “John, John, the grey goose is gone, and the fox is on the town-o, town-o, town-o,
John, John, the grey goose is gone, and the fox is on the town-o!”

Then John, he ran to the top of the hill, blew on his horn both loud and shrill [toot-toot-toot!],
the fox, they said, “I better flee with my kill, they’ll soon be on my trail-o, trail-o, trail-o,”
the fox, they said, “I better flee with my kill, they’ll soon be on my trail-o.”

They ran ’til they came to their cozy den, there were the little ones, eight, nine, ten, they said,
“Mommy (Daddy) better go back again, it must be a mighty fine town-o, town-o, town-o,”
they said, “Daddy (Mommy) better go back again, it must be a mighty fine town-o.”

Then the fox and their wife, without any strife, cut up the goose with a carving knife,
they never had such a supper in their life, and the little ones chewed on the bones-o, bones-o, bones-o,
they never had such a supper in their life, and the little ones chewed on the bones-o.

The fox went out on a chilly night, they prayed to the moon to give them light,
for they’d many a-mile to go that night, before they reached the town-o, town-o, town-o,
many a-mile to go that night before they reached the town-o.

(If you even approximate the melody, your child will be delighted to sing along. It’s folk music, just sing!)

Posted in seasons in the garden, storytelling

Children, violence, and the news

A few years ago, after the violent attacks on the MAX train, a mother asked me what to do: How to answer her daughter’s questions and fears, and how to answer her own questions and fears.

I wrote her a letter with my thoughts, and I recently offered it to another mother struggling with the same questions, in response to another violent attack. While we all hope and pray and strive toward a world free from violence, we live in a world in which violence is constantly present. Many of us are fortunate enough to have lives in which we feel safe; and we know how fragile that feeling of safety can be. I am grateful that my words brought some comfort and strength to these two people, and I offer it here, to anyone who may need it. Please share freely.

Dear Joy,

I have been reflecting on your concern about Sunny learning of the murders on the MAX train. You are right to be deeply concerned, but not about how this knowledge will affect Sunny. Your true and valid concern is about what life will be like for our children as they grow up and come of age in a political climate that many of us thought had been consigned to history.

Young children do not understand the permanence of death, and so they do not feel the gravity of the deaths in the same way that we will. What they do feel, more than anyone’s words, is how you carry yourself through this, and beyond. Children have the capacity to witness their adults feeling grief, fear, anger, pain, sorrow. What children need to see is their adults living through those feelings, and choosing actions that move them forward.

We want to shield them from the enormity of the horrors of the world, but we do so less by filtering what they hear, and more by being living shields in how we live our lives. When we respond with our genuine, empathetic selves, always reaching toward goodness, even when it seems unattainable, we give them the strength to do the same.

In response to violence, children may have specific fears: Is it safe to ride the train? Do bullies always have big knives? Is it safe to go to church? Your actions will show them the answers more powerfully than any words. Own your fears, and stay in the world. Stand up to bullying when you see it. Ask for help when you need help. Give help when others need help.

There is very little information that children cannot safely absorb from the carefully chosen words of a loving adult. Other forms of experience have different impacts: watching traumatic events on video makes a much deeper and more difficult impression, and of course, children experience terrible trauma every day, in war, and poverty, and injustice.

All over the world, every minute, parents strive to keep their children safe, even – especially – in the most impossible circumstances. Sometimes it is enough. Sometimes, those children grow up so secure in the heart of goodness that they do not hesitate to step into danger.

I hope that these thoughts are able to put your mind at ease somewhat, at least about how your children will be affected by hearing about things that they really don’t need to know. I wish I could offer much greater re-assurances. I do believe that striving toward goodness, justice, and love, while it may not fix the world, is the only way to find peace in ourselves.

Love,
Mia

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Thoughts on the Halloween season

Have you noticed the spiders? The garden spiders are amazing in this season as they grow larger and larger, weaving their beautiful webs to catch the flies feasting on fallen fruit, spangled with drops of fog in the morning. Huge spiders, orange pumpkins, yellow leaves, chilly afternoons and darkness coming early – this is the magic of the season. On one night, we add our own magic when we become someone or something we are not, knock on neighbors’ doors, and come home with sweet treasures. Halloween can be a very special delight, especially when we wait until that evening to put on our costumes and savor the excitement for a short time. I encourage you to keep it magical for your little ones by not building up too much anticipation, and keeping usual bedtimes. Your children also need your help to protect them from the commercialized imagery that confuses death with violence, and replaces mystery with fear. Here at school we focus on the changes taking place around us in nature – the leaves, the spiders, the pumpkins, the growing darkness. It can be a very good time to talk with your child about death as a part of life, to remember loved ones who have passed away, to learn about bones and skeletons, to watch the spiders growing larger and the flies whose lives are taken to feed the spiders. Let us reclaim the beautiful mystery of this season. (And please no candy in school lunches!)

Posted in seasons in the garden, thoughts about life

Watching the Spider

These are the faces of children watching a spider catch a mosquito and wrap it up in web.

After we walked around the neighborhood watching spiders, collecting gorgeous leaves, and noticing pumpkins ripening on the vine, someone asked me, “When are you going to decorate for Halloween, Mia?”

I answered, “I’m letting nature decorate for me.”

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Feminism and Body-Positivity: two great articles!

Two excellent articles from the New York Times.

The first one, How to Raise a Feminist Son, expands on the themes from my recent post about boys’ and men’s emotional lives, and the importance of fathers being vulnerable.

The second one, The New Birds and Bees, is about body-positivity, boundaries, and consent. It’s great!! It reflects the language and attitudes that I practice and teach here with the children.

Funny example of practicing body-positivity in the classroom: last week, one of the children went skipping through the room holding a stick between his legs, and exclaimed, “Mia, look what a long pointy penis I have!”
“That sure is a long pointy penis,” I agreed. He did a few laps through the room, and then moved on to something else.

How to Raise a Feminist Son:

The New Birds and Bees:

Posted in growth and development
Links

Do you wonder about the importance of play? This article is a few years old, and everything in it is still true. Read it, and then go play! Taking Play Seriously, NY Times Magazine:
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I am deeply grateful to Brené Brown for her work on courage, vulnerability and empathy. If you don’t know her work, start with this short but powerful animation, and then go to her webpage.
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When I’m not teaching, I volunteer with Bark, the defenders and protectors of Mt. Hood. Free monthly hikes, monthly educational talks on forest issues, families welcome! Come learn how to defend the forest.
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