Today was one of the first pretty days of late spring. As I walked the shore line I saw experiential education all along my way. The toddler who learned that my puppy was friendly and dogs aren't to be feared. The ten year old who had the courage to swim and, yes, it was as cold as she thought. The young boy learning to play frizbee with his father, honing a new skill.
There was a day, not so many years ago, when this sort of education took place all day every day. It used to be normal to live in the physical world, to take your kids to the beach, to make castles in the sand. We learned because we couldn't help but learn as we combed the beach for treasures and danced in the waves. We grew confident in our bodies. How did we as a culture let it slip away.
Thank God for the many, many parents who take their kids outside on a sunny Sunday afternoon. They are the true educators.
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