Taster Morning

Mother of a passionate educator, and then the child ends up in the R. Steiner playgroup 😋. Despite all prejudices and certain confirmed curiosities (🙈), I like the principles of Anthroposophy and Waldorf education 😂. The wooden toys, the holistic approach, the slowing down, the being seen and felt, and not least the fairies and nature spirits everywhere 🤣🤣🤣. So Mama finds her inner calm during the 3 hours, and Lala enjoys it too. She sticks to me like glue and skillfully ignores the other children and the leaders. During the closing talk, I was made explicitly clear that my participation for the taster morning was perfectly fine, but it would no longer be acceptable upon registration. I could be in the room, but I was not allowed to act anymore. Furthermore, at least two days a week are ideal. In Aya's words, I'll say: Hey Dude, slow down and chill a bit! I like the place, and Lala enjoyed it too. But we'll wait a few more weeks 😅. Our departure was also delightful. She didn't want to leave anymore, and at half past eleven, I just had to go; lunch won't set the table by itself. Lala screamed like crazy, lay on the ground, kicked around, and ran away. Anti-Waldorf and to Mr. Steiner's dismay, I grabbed the child under my arm and dragged her to the car. The tantrum subsided briefly, but at home, it all started over again. Consequence: Lunch didn't make it to the table, and there were emergency sandwiches with yogurt 🙈🙈🙈🙈.