I had thought tonight about sitting down and writing about Common Core Curriculum Standards and the conference I attended on Thursday.  I have been thinking about it a lot since – and its implications for your children and mine.  I will write that blog entry soon – but right now is not the time for that.  Right now I am emotionally full with the sense of impending endings and summer’s beginning.  All of a sudden, here we are, with two weeks left of school before we hug our goodbyes and wish each other well.

It is time and the children are ready.  They burst in and out and fill our walls with their energy and friendship and exuberance. There are parts to this time of year that I love – and yet, there never seems to be enough time and now when I look at your children who are leaving, I am filled with love for them as they take off for their next journey.

The monarch butterfly project that we do every fall with the children is now metaphorical for their time with us at CNS.  Here we are taking care, making sure they get the nutrients that they need; making sure that their environment is safe and free from harm; allowing them to grow and change and emerge. They have been in chrysalis now for awhile…and they are about to emerge, dry their wings and fly off.  It is beautiful and right – but those of us here who have been this part of their journey – their milkweed; their stem; their shelter – we will miss them.

There is something so very precious about your children.  I truly feel unbelievably humbled and grateful for their friendship.  I know them all.  And I have the best job in the world to know them.  On Friday I was at a Bridge school event and a couple of Bridge students – CNS alum – came to me to say hello; and some current CNS children were there – and it was so fun to see them, too.

The bonds we create are lasting and special and real.  The children feel them and so do we.  And now we must prepare for their emergence – their wings are drying off and they are ready to fly.  And so we watch with our hearts and our eyes getting misty – and filled with pride and love for them.  And just like when we watch that baby monarch reach up to the sky and begin her journey to Mexico – we are awed by how your beautiful children are ready to spread their wings and fly on to their next most special destination.

We will also miss all of you – your dedication and support for our school is an incredibly special part of what we do at CNS.  We would not be able to do what we do without you – the parents. Thank you for sharing your journey with us – many of us did the same and our lives have been forever changed.  Stay in touch.  Drop by.  We will be missing you.  But until then – let’s make the most of these two weeks…despite what ‘needs’ to be done – let’s enjoy every conversation and take time with each other before life and, you, too fly away.

Mothers’ Day


Reposting this — as I do every Mothers’ Day…with sincere appreciation and love in my heart for all that you do for your children.  I am extremely grateful that we get to share this precious time together.  Enjoy:

“We’re taking a survey,” she says, half jokingly. “Do you think I should have a baby?”

“It will change your life,” I say carefully.

“I know,” she says. “No more sleeping in on Saturdays, no more spontaneous vacations…”

But that is not what I mean at all.

I look at my friend, trying to decide what to tell her.  I want her to know what she will never learn in childbirth classes.  I want to tell her that the physical wounds of childbirth heal, but that becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she will be forever vulnerable.

I consider warning her that she will never read a newspaper again without asking “What if that had been my child?”  That every plane crash, every fire will haunt her.  That when she sees pictures of starving children, she will look at the mothers and wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child die.

I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit and think she should know that no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will immediately reduce her to the primitive level.  That a slightly urgent call of “Mom!” will cause her to drop her best crystal without a moment’s hesitation.

I feel I should warn her that no matter how many years she has invested in her career, she will be professionally derailed by motherhood. She might successfully arrange for child care, but one day she will be waiting to go into an important business meeting, and she will think about her baby’s sweet smell.  She will have to use every ounce of discipline to keep from running home, just to make sure he is all right.

I want my friend to know that everyday routine decisions will no longer be routine.  That a visit to Mc Donald’s and a five year old boy’s desire to go to the men’s room rather than the women’s room will become a major dilemma.  That right there, in the midst of clattering trays and screaming children, issues of independence and gender identity will be weighed against the prospect that danger may be lurking in the rest room.

I want her to know that however decisive she may be at the office, she will second-guess herself constantly as a mother.  Looking at my attractive friend, I want to assure her that eventually she will shed the pounds of pregnancy, but will never feel the same about herself.  That her life, now so important, will be of less value to her once she has a child.  That she would give it up in a moment to save her offspring, but will also begin to hope for more years, not so much to accomplish her own dreams, but to watch her child accomplish his.

I want her to know that a cesarean scar or stretch marks will become badges of honor.

My friend’s relationship with her husband will change, but not in the ways she thinks.  I wish she could understand how much more you can love a man who is always careful to powder the baby or who never hesitates to play with his son.  I think she should know that she will fall in love with her husband again for reasons she would never have imagined.

I wish my friend could sense the bond she will feel with other women throughout history who have tried desperately to stop war and prejudice and drunk driving.

I want to describe to my friend the exhilaration of seeing your son learn to hit a baseball.  I want to capture for her the laugh of a baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog for the first time.  I want her to taste the joy that is so real that it hurts.

My friend’s quizzical look makes me realize that tears have formed in my eyes.

“You’ll never regret it,” I say finally.

Power of Parents


Spring is renewal and daffodils and tulips.  Spring is soccer and preball and kindergarten orientation.  Spring is endings and beginnings.  Spring comes too late and is over too fast.  But spring also has tradition.  For 41 years now, parents have gathered on this day – the Friday before the Saturday before Mothers’ Day to prepare for the Yellow Balloon Fair.  Spring after spring, fair after fair…always slightly changing, always staying the same.  Always a time for children.  And for our community to find its breath together and to create some magic for the all.


Today, like the many other Fridays before, parents took off from their normal routines.  Deliveries were received; furniture moved; tables set.


Raffles and auctions finalized.  Tents and games and organization.  Friendships were found today.  Connections were made.  And right now, on the eve of the Fair, lists are being checked and crossed off;  alarms are being set.


For all of this, for all of you – on behalf of the children, I am so ever grateful.  For those who were there today – and for all the parents who will work tomorrow; thank you.  Because this Fair has become more than itself – it has become a time when we find cadence and team and celebrate our community.  A time when families return to their memories and take a cupcake walk and find their wishes in the well.  A time when alumni return to volunteer or remember again what it is like to be filled with wonder.

See you all tomorrow at the Fair.  I can’t wait…

Our marathon


I attended the Reenactment of Patriots Day with Maggie on Monday, April 15th – and although I have lived here for twelve years; this was my first time to wake much before dawn and head downtown with my ladder; a cup of coffee and one of my children.  Till now, Gary had always taken the children; the boys when they were much younger.  With the promise of extra credit; Maggie was not to be deterred…and frankly I was quite happy to go;  living in Lexington all this time, it felt like the thing to do.

And so we did.  Waking early – heading to the center;  early dark black cold morning.  I was struck by our mode of transport;  trying hard to imagine what it was like hundreds of years ago – and eerily realizing that despite the very early hour; I was not alone on the roads; contrary – many like us were heading into town;  rows of headlights making their way at 4:30AM on Patriots Day.

I had woken this early two times before on a Patriots Day – readying myself for the Boston Marathon.  I ran it first in 1992 – a young grad student wanting to share this so sacred Boston tradition in my newly adopted city.  And then fifteen years later, four babies later, a lifetime later – I ran with my newest best friend – a renaissance of my life as I had discovered running and new friendship and needed to remind myself of challenge and goal and strength despite all that had changed for me in fifteen years.

The Boston Marathon is special.  I know many cities would say the same – and it is all true.  But Boston is special.  Very hard – physically crazy challenging.  But the fans, the people, the traditions – Hopkinton; Wellesley; Heartbreak Hill; Boston College.  Coolidge Corner; Fenway Park;  Comm Ave.  Hereford Street; Bolyston.  Finish.  I have such vivid memories of my my time running Boston.  Mostly positive.  A father and daughter handing out orange slices.  The women of Wellesley.  You can hear them for almost a mile.  Heartbreak Hill.  Seeing Tommy first, falling into his arms for a hug.  He had no idea how much I was hurting and didn’t understand why I was crying.  Walking with Gary up the next half mile. Telling him how much I hurt and not knowing if I could finish.  Banana.  Stomach cramps. Chafing so bad that I was bleeding.

And so on Monday afternoon – after an early morning with the true Patriots – I couldn’t understand a text from a friend alerting me to the explosions.  It was such a beautiful day.  Picture perfect day for a marathon. Hard to believe my eyes.  I knew that finish – that exact spot.  Families wait there.  Wait for their mom or their dad;  their girlfriend or boyfriend;  just wait there and take all that humanity in…

And then I was struck by the timing of it all.  Why wait until almost 3P? — the champions have been awarded;  the major media presence has subsided.  It really is only people like me still running.  Those running for charity.  Those who didn’t qualify.  These are the people who decided to run for another purpose.  Maybe like me to prove to themselves that they still could;  maybe because a child they know is dying from cancer;  maybe because they have a parent with Alzheimers.  They train and they run and they aren’t fast or pretty – and they all finish around 3 and 4PM.  So why target that time?  Not that there is ever a good time – but for some reason, this seems especially cruel.  For whatever reason, they waited.  They waited for Martin Richard’s dad.

Again – there would never have been a good time.  It would have always been tragic.

And then, like you, I have been inspired and reminded of good by reflecting and hearing all the stories of those who stepped in to help;  on-duty; off duty; visitors; runners; doctors; nurses;  first responders.  Only three people died that day because of them.  Make no mistake.  Lives were saved.  Lives that should have been lost.  Stories now still to be told by many who should have died on Monday. Babies to be born.  Weddings to attend.  Lives to live.  Hard lives now.  Lives forever changed.  Some without feet or legs.

And so I say this.  Let us run together next April.  However many of you that will join me.  We will run together and raise money for those who were hurt.  We will run for prosthetics…and chairs…and maybe lost income for those who can no longer work the way they could before.  And in this way – in this way – we will remember Marathon Monday.  Our Patriots Day.

I often reflect on what it must have taken in one’s heart to be a Minuteman.  To leave your house in the pitch black morning – to leave your farm with your family inside; knowing that without you, their survival was in doubt. But believing beyond one’s own self, that the greater purpose was more important.  Sort of like running toward a bomb instead of running away.  Sort of like ripping down a barrier to get to a victim.  Sort of like holding someone’s femoral artery in your hand.

Sort of like that kind of bravery.

Reflection 1: Reggio and Pistoia

  1. Question:  If we are Reggio-inspired school, why did Liz and Noni go to Pistoia? Aren’t there study trips to Reggio? What is the difference between these two regions?

IMG_3136 This is a great question and one that I truly didn’t know the answer to either before I left.  We chose Pistoia on the strong recommendation of Joanne Pressman who has been to both regions and thought that Pistoia would be more meaningful for a couple of reasons.  First, the tours to Pistoia are smaller and more intimate.  The Reggio tours tends to be inclusive of 100 participants if not more at a time.  Our group in Pistoia numbered 11 participants with two facilitators.  Next, in Pistoia, we were allowed to take pictures of the schools and environments.  We were asked to be respectful of the children and to refrain from taking full pictures of their faces – but we were trusted to use our discretion.  Having the pictures now is incredibly helpful.  These study tours can feel overwhelming as you pass from one school in the morning and one in the afternoon.  The images and ideas could blend to together and lose some context without have the photo to remind us where we were and when.  Study group participants in Reggio are not allowed to take photos.

Reggio is a very special place.  But it has become known as a destination and with that comes more structure and commercialism.  In their effort to include more and more visitors – which is a good thing because their goal is to share and educate as many others as possible – it has been suggested that the level of interaction and intimacy has changed as a result.  I still would like to go to Reggio one day – but I feel as if the greater priority would be to send as many teachers over to Pistoia as possible over these next five years.  Pistoia offers the same kind of Tuscan, Italian philosophy – without perhaps the big machine feeling of Reggio.

But there is even a little more to this story.  On our first day of the tour, during our orientation with Donnatella Giovanni (Director of Education for children 0-3); she was asked to characterize the differences between what happens in Pistoia with her sense of Reggio.

She noted that there are lots in common between the regions:  image of the child; the ways in which they work in collaboration with families; the ways in which they encourage teachers to share ideas and to create classroom and school environments that are aesthically beautiful and rich in materials.  Where they slightly differ has to do with their areas of focus around the child (and this resonated for me and Noni based on our previous study of Reggio practice and documentation) – teachers in Reggio are guided to be somewhat research oriented.  They focus on children’s cognitive thinking – rather a primary focus on the daily living experience of being together.

In Pistoia, there are support centers and services to support parents and even older children (ages up to 10 years).  And because they are a smaller system of schools, they are able to be focused on shared objectives.  Reggio is twice as big and has a larger coordinated structure that includes research and documentation.  Due to its size and simplicity, Pistoia’s system, Donnatella suggested that it can be interpreted in a more facile way – what can be taken and adopted is easier because there is less organizational structure.

I will give you what I consider to be the best example I have of this.  In Reggio, many schools (if not all) have a designated studio teacher or an “atelierista”.  In Pistoia, there is no such position.  All teachers rotate with their smaller groups into art studio spaces at different times.  In addition, there is no extra teacher focused just on documenting process.  Teachers pay close attention during their work – and create the documentation to help share with others about the people that live there at the school.  With their documentation, their goal is to show the intelligence and curiosity of the children and teachers – so that the walls are like a book waiting to be read.

IMG_2862For the teachers in Pistoia, relationships are primary – the activity is secondary.  I felt this observation resonated with me and how I work with our teachers at CNS.  I have always tried to counsel them to pay closest attention to the authentic relationships that they have with the children and to worry everything else secondarily.    And lastly for this reflection – when asked about the art studio teacher model and whether or not there are teachers in Pistoia who might be less comfortable than others working in their art studio spaces – and would they ever consider moving the children through the spaces and having designated teachers in each – their response what that the focus is always on the children – not on themselves.  That adult preferences are always secondary.  Sometimes here in the United States – and more closely at CNS – we have stumbled thinking about fully implementing the “Reggio model” because we lack the financial ability to hire that extra studio teacher.  Now, having returned and seen how Pistoia has created a model that incorporates meaningful studio and creative art time without having that extra teacher, I am encouraged for how we might adjust our thinking here to broaden and increase the use of our beautiful studio space.  It was as if a limit had been lifted and light came rushing in.

IMG_3166  So now for me, I am left with an interesting question.  Are we Reggio-inspired?  Or have we adopted that name because Reggio was the first region we learned about?  There is absolutely nothing wrong with considering that affliation – but now I feel that our inspiration truly comes from so many different sources that I begin to question how the walls of our school should represent our vision.  We truly draw from the models in Reggio, Pistoia,  but also from the work of Voices from the Land; from the Hawkins; from the great theorists Bruner, Vygotsky, and on;  we also borrow from the traditions and learning of  Montessori and Waldorf.  So it is now for me a very interesting question for how we describe and then label our inspiration.  Seems now limiting to just say that we are “Reggio-inspired”.  Over the coming weeks and months I will be deeply considering this question and asking for input and advice from all as we begin to sharpen our identity and our sense of how we define ourselves and our philosophy.

Day Five

Today was our last day on the study tour.  There is so much to share – to write – to reflect.  But it is very late here and we have an early plane to catch, with a very long journey home.  Much more to come in this blogspace to share some of that.  For now, enjoy these photos and please know how much your support and interest in our journey has sustained us throughout the week. It was felt and appreciated. See you soon.  Time to come home (read that Maggie?).

Day Four


This morning we left our hotel early and were on our way to the train station just as the city woke up.  Catching an early train to the sea we shared the platform with students, commuters, and the sunshine.  We were on our way to Viareggio, a seaside town known for its annual “Carnival” which is a celebration held each year at the end of February, beginning of March.  While the purpose of our trip was to visit a school in Viareggio; we also were treated to an orientation and understanding of the region’s history and culture.  This was done by both a visit to Puccini’s homestead where a beautiful outdoor theater has been constructed as well as a visit to where the Carnival floats are created complete with a tour through the Carnival museum.


In addition, we were formally greeted at their City Hall by a number of different political figures.


It was their first time welcoming a study tour delegation and they welcomed us with grace, dignity, and tremendous warmth.


But the bulk of our day was spent being welcomed and touring one of their schools.  They consider themselves as embracing the Tuscan tradition of Pistoia and Reggio.  We saw wonderful examples of the love and respect that they show each child, and family.  I was especially struck by their careful attention to the rights of each child.


Outside each entrance (there were two schools located within the one building that we visited) were listed the rights for each of the protagonists (parents, teachers, children, community).  This sense of rights is very important to these people and our interpreter was so moved by the “rights of children”, that independently she decided that she would read them all to us before we entered the second school – and I am so glad that she did.  They were not what I expected.  This was a very official looking sort of document, on a very institutional bulletin board.  Before she began reading them, I assumed they would be obvious, rote, standard.  Instead they were evocative, challenging, thoughtful.

Here they are – best I could capture the translation:


Every child has the right to dialogue.

Every child has the right to use their hands.

Every child has the right to get dirty.

Every child has the right to build a fort in the pine forest.

Every child has the right to climb trees.

Every child has the right to splash in the seas.

Every child has the right to the street.

Every child has the right to play freely.

Every child has the right to smells.

Every child has the right to silence.

Every child has the right to do nothing. (time that is not scheduled by their parents)

Every child has a right to a good beginning.

Every child has the right to breathe clear air.

Every child has the right to clean water.

Every child has the right to nuances – to admire the sunrise and sunset.

Every child has the right to taste what is beautiful.

Every child has the right to live in truth.

After our return from Viareggio, we quickly caught our breath and headed right over to a reception that included another US study tour.  Their group of 28 included professors, graduate students, and undergraduates. Most of them were from the West Virginia area.  They had just arrived on Wednesday and were at the very start of their journey, while we were on opposite side of our journey.


It was joyful to share a delicious meal with them and get to know some colleagues who are also as interested and open to learning, sharing, and embracing this beautiful land, people, culture.  It gave me a chance to have yet another perspective as to how much I have absorbed, considered, have been provoked, and stretched this week.  Grateful.  I am grateful.

Friday we will have an early morning lecture and then will visit two more schools before concluding our study tour in the late afternoon.  Following its conclusion, Noni and I will board a train back to Florence along with a few of our new found friends and colleagues for one last night here in this beautiful country.

Thank you to all for your comments and questions.  I have answers and information for all of you – just not enough time with good internet connection to individually answer you at this point.  Please know that I will follow up with you and all as soon as I have a little more time, space, and connectivity.  Grazie. Grazie mille.

Day Three…

This morning we had a few hours to ourselves to seek out the Market.  I had half expected something similar to our weekly market in Lexington – but this was that times 100.  It was massive.  The whole downtown area was awash in vendors – selling everything from kitchen equipment to linens to leather.  It was packed with local shoppers – very few tourists.  We made our way up and down each aisle; picking up a few gifts for our loved ones;  and of course, a few gifts for CNS.


After lunch, we made our way to the Museum of Marino Marini.  For those of you who read yesterday’s post; this is the artist (born in Pistoia) that I mentioned with reference to the school we visited in the morning.  The collection of his work was stunning – reminded me a lot of my brother’s work (not so humble a sister am I…. ;)).  The museum tour was a prelude to two lectures that we attended at the museum – specifically for our group.

The first lecture was about the integration of art and nature.  For both Noni and I, this topic resonated deeply for us relative to our work with “Voices from the Land”.  It is very important work – and this lecture introduced us to a few new artists to consider (in addition to Andy Goldsworthy) as we continue to inspire and incorporate different provocations for our children at CNS.  I felt like I wanted to stand up and share the Voices work – to expand their sense of what can be done with a landscape, a people, and a language; but it wasn’t the place or the time.  I thought a lot about my colleague, Erik Mollenhauer, and how his work with the Voices project has such fertile ground all around the world (of which he is well aware).


The second lecture (which came after a much needed cappuchino) was fantastic.  The passion of the presenter, Anna Lia Galardini, was palpable. I love people who are passionate about her work – and as I made eye contact with Anna Lia (while her words were being translated), I connected with her passion and her intensity and felt myself re-energized and reborn in a way that was most special.  So much of her work with children is so close to what we believe and try to do with your children at CNS.

What I especially appreciated about her talk was that she provided a real example of how to consider the role of all (child, teacher, environment) in the educational moment when going on a ‘journey’ (our word at CNS has been so far ‘investigation’ – I sort of like ‘journey’ better).  There was so much to what she said and described about this learning process that resonated with me – I could write for pages and pages.  But I will distill it down to what I found to be the most compelling – most representative moment of the lecture.

Simply.  We believe that children have so much already – and that we need to provide the right environment; the right nurturing place – where they can feel empowered, valued, and encouraged to seek their learning.  We do not believe in the traditional didactic process of hierarchal learning.  During Anna Lia talk, the word ‘education’ was broken down to the Latin origin.  Education comes from the Latin root: “educo”.  The Latin meaning of educo is:

 “to draw forth from within.”

Think about that for a moment.  To me, that concept resonates so deeply.  If we enable children to have place, a moment, and time to draw forth their creativity; their questions, their theories from within…then they will forever for creative, thoughtful, and empowered in their learning.

More to come…I hope this is coming through my writing; but if not, let me be blunt.  I am learning more – thinking more – and absorbing more than I thought possible.  This trip is a gift. And I promise to pass that gift along to everyone of you and to your children.

Ciao. (and yes, new resolution to self: learn how to speak Italian before I turn 50…).

Day Two


We began our day at the Marino Marini School which is located on the edge of Pistoia – just on the urban edge which gave us great views of the true Tuscan countryside. As we rode out to the school on the city bus, we saw acres of farmland and vineyards and the sun was shining for the first time since we got here.  It was a glorious morning.

This school draws its inspiration from two major sources – art and nature.  Inspired and named for the sculptor, Marino Marini, the school is set in a beautiful countryside with green and space all around. The artistic influence of Marini provides a launching point for the children’s inspiration (this reminded me of how the Far Room has used Andy Goldsworthy’s work as a launching point for some of their investigations). The children here are encouraged to be inspired – but then to filter through their own heart, “not to imitate”.


With regards to the natural environment and how that is incorporated into the daily life of the school, the core belief is that children should be familiar with all elements of the ecosystem in which they live.  This develops at the most early and fundamental level an empathy with the natural environment. “In loving nature, we learn to respect all living things and their diversity.” One of my favorite signs in the whole school – and one that I think we need to create for CNS was “Please Touch”.  This sign appeared in a nature room – that was filled with bones and natural artifacts. It did look museum-like; but the “Please Touch” invitation fully captures the spirit and beliefs of these schools – that children are meant to directly interact and experience nature and materials so that they truly engage and understand their world.


Again the internal environment of the school space was absolutely beautiful.  Functional use of every space – documentation that illustrates the work of the children; along with telling the story of the school.  Children’s artwork is displayed everywhere.  This is a preschool – and it was a regular school day – so we were also treated to observing and watching the children interact with each other, their teachers, and their environment.


Our second stop of the day was II Mulino – Toddler Center.  This center serves children 3 months – 3 years.  We were treated to a delicious lunch – that was prepared and serve at the center.  Each of these centers (there are 10 throughout the city) have a cook on staff to prepare the meals for the children each day. Every interaction between people is loving.  Everyone recognizes each other with respect and affection.  It is contagious.  The mutual respect that each has for each other is genuine and beautiful.IMG_2937

Our time here was spent visiting all the classroom spaces.  It was here that I spent a little more time understanding and thinking deeply about the documentation.  For me, this has been a constant source of wonder and frustration at times when I think about how and what we should do at CNS.  I plan to blog only about my observations and thoughts in terms of what I learned in a subsequent post.  In fact, I am developing a list of such themes that will follow this trip – as I move from reporting to reflecting on this incredibly journey of learning.

For those of you following this space – please comment below with your questions.  What would you like to hear more about?  What sparks your curiosity about this trip?

Day One…


Today was our first full day of the program and it started at the Educational Center of Pistoia with an introduction by Donatella Giovannini who is the pedagogical coordinator for infant and toddler services in Pistoia.

For about two hours she provided our group with an overview of the early education programs in Pistoia – both from an organizational perspective as well what was more interesting: she provided an in depth look into the values, consideration, and priorities for the early education programs in the municipality of Pistoia.

Here are some of the highlights from her talk – which resonated with me on a very deep level.  I now have heard first hand why Joanne years ago so instinctively felt the connection between these schools and much of what we also share, believe and value when it comes to our approach to children and community.

  • Centers are a place for daily life;  developmental growth is hand in hand connected  – there no division between in their approach between care and education;  meaning that there can not be education/learning without care – mind and body; reasoning and emotions; it all goes hand in hand.
  • They take each child in all their complexity.
  • Environments are created to inspire on an emotional and cognitive level.
  • “You don’t learn alone.” Learning must effectively take place in a social context.  Affection and positive affection play a role in cognitive development.
  • “Education of the mind is not disconnected from emotional security.”
  • “What is functional can also be beautiful; Children have a right to beautiful things. Beautiful spaces reflect care for children and all relationships.”
  • “All relationships at the schools are open to dialogue, exchanged and are mutually respectful.”

After her talk, we then spent the rest of the day visiting two different centers: Area Rossa and Area Gialla.   Both of these provide services to children and families.  The pictures speak a thousand words and the spaces were absolutely beautiful in both schools.  Every single detail is attended to – they are simply elegant, mindful, and a place when entered filled me with a sense of wonder, admiration, and desire to interact with the materials.


But beyond the beautiful spaces and attention to detail – we also heard many themes that resonant with us regarding the importance of play and giving children the time for play.  The first center has a part of their program for children ages 3-10 -an afterschool invitation to come and play with materials.  “It seems to us that children lack space where they can just play.” “We need to change the constant organizing of children’s time – they need space and time to play.”


The second place that we visited was similarly beautiful – with again every single detail attended to…but what was more important was the attention and value that is place on their community.  Involving and support parents and children – creating support for families in a way that includes them in every aspect.  This reminded me so much of what we try to maintain and celebrate at CNS.  But I also got many new ideas and inspiration as to how we can maintain and grow our community and involvement.IMG_2733 IMG_2738

The people here are incredibly warm and welcoming.  They have so much love and pride in what they do – they are committed to their work and passionate about the children, families, and community.  I am looking forward to Day Two – we visit two more schools and will continue to immerse ourselves in the ways in which these schools consider and approach the care and education about the total child, family, and community.