The alphabet is full of food

Maks is learning about words. 

He’s discovered, with the help of a pretty hands on and involved kindergarten teacher, that the alphabet can be put together to make up words.

And some words are also foods.

(Did you keep up with that?)

OK, this is what he means.  The names of foods are words.

(I’ll give you a moment to process that.  It’s pretty phenomenal, right?)

Moving forward now, one of his favourite things to do in the night is to come up with food words that start with random letters.  So P is Pizza!!  O is orange!!  Z is Pizza!!*

Now, before you stop reading, the purpose of this post is not the fact that food words are spelt using letters. 

The purpose is the amazement Maks has at this fact.

I love how excited he gets over knowing that words are made of the alphabet.  I love how he can’t believe that one day he’ll be able to spell all the words he hears, and says.  I love how he tries to spell his first and last name**. 

I love that I am able to experience this experience.

This sense of wonderment helps me make it through all the grown up issues that I unwillingly have to deal with.

This sense of amazement makes me appreciate the “good” teachers out there, the ones that love their jobs, and the kids that they teach.  I know I complain a lot about the daycare.  I am fully aware that there are some truly awful teachers out there.  I know that there are tons of teachers that hate their jobs, hate their kids, and really wish they were doing something else.  And there are some days where it seems like there are more of those teachers out there than the other kind of teacher.

Whenever one of the kids gets a good teacher, I get this sense of relief.  I leave my kids in the care of strangers for close to ten hours a day.  I know that they will be looked after but I don’t always have the sense that they will be cared for.  When they get a good teacher, I get that sense. 

Having Maks tell me that the alphabet is full of food makes my heart happy.

And there are some days when I really, really need that happiness because it feels like life is determined to beat it out of me.

*You come up with a food that starts with Z

**Beanz can’t spell my last name correctly yet and I’ve had it for 5 years.  So having the four year actually try to spell it is ambitious.