“Fresh and Clean!”: our first talk about menstruation

RwithflowerLHSometimes our best family discussions happen while we are engaged together on a task. I have a son and two daughters, and they are still little at the time of writing this, but with two primary-schoolers and one preschooler they are old enough to help at home, to talk about interesting ideas with, and getting more and more interested about how our bodies work. My six-year-old daughter gave me a new perspective about menstruation while we were folding the laundry together one day.

I hadn’t spoken to my girls about menstruation yet, not for any other reason except that it just hadn’t come up. The kids have their own bathroom and they haven’t seen my monthly blood. It is convenient for me to rinse my cloth pads out in the shower and then put them in the wash, so they haven’t been part of that experience either. I know that it is easier to explain big ideas if they are a common part of daily life.

Several months ago however, the laundry provided me with my opportunity. While we were all folding the washing together my children asked what my cloth pads were for – and there was the perfect opportunity to talk to all three of them at once about menstruation, my son as well as my daughters. It’s important to me too, that my son is involved in the conversation from the very beginning, so he may grow up with an accurate, respectful and comfortable knowledge of women’s bodies. As we folded, I explained that the cloths were to keep my clothes clean … and that once upon a time they used to wear these pads too! (I wear a cut down version of the bamboo cloths my kids wore as nappies). They thought it was hilarious that I wear their nappies, but they couldn’t work out why I needed to.

I went on to explain that every month every woman’s body cleans itself out. In my womb, where each of my children have spent some time, old blood and cells will be exchanged for fresh new blood, so the pads were there to catch the blood that was released. My body does it all by itself, and if I keep my body healthy and look after myself my bleeding usually isn’t a bother for me. Sometimes I feel extra tired because it is a big job for my body to work through. It doesn’t hurt like it does when you bleed from a cut, but while I bleed I do need to give myself special attention for a few days, just the same as we do when we hurt ourselves: rest, be happy, surround myself in beauty.

There was a pause for a brief moment while all three of them thought about this, then my six-year-old daughter said “Yes! It must be wonderful to be a woman, to have a body that feels nice and fresh and clean all by itself!”

I really like that idea too.

Artwork by Jessica Lush

Artwork by Jessica Lush




I had forgotten about the magic of hobby horses. This simple toy has really added to the play here in this house, and they were so incredibly easy to make. Perfect for a rainy day. Numala Kinder now has a stable of black beauties ready for a run. Hobby horses are a wonderful way to add movement into children’s dramatic play …. and we have a lot of galloping space here!


My daughter received a hobby horse for Christmas, one that plays an authentic galloping and whinnying sound when you squeeze the ear. She loves it and fondly named it Ana. When Numala Kinder restarted after the new year Ana was very popular. Amazingly though,  one hobby horse between three four-year-old girls worked out quite well but all the same we decided to make some more lovely ponies. One rainy day this week,  when I just couldn’t coax the children outside (“I have had enough of WET!”) we made a few more.


Of course sticks are in abundance around here, old socks are never hard to part with,  and I have stashes of emergency craft supplies so I knew I had some wool stuffing,  elastic and just the right buttons for eyes.


Yes, I did most of the putting together and all of the stitching,  but the children were very engaged in helping to hand-card and stuff the wool into the socks. My 7-year-old made the bridles, which I had forgotten about.


Joy! They love them! Humble and homemade, these horses don’t even seem to mind that they don’t make sounds like Ana. They have a life of their own.


1) Gather your bits: old socks, stuffing, elastic, felt scraps, a good strong stick or broom handle, buttons, yarn, needle and thread.

2) Stuff the toe and the base of the sock well. Really well! squeeze and shape with your hands as you go to make a good horsey muzzle. When you reach the heel of the sock, place the pole inside and continue stuffing well around the pole. Secure the end of the sock by tying a piece of elastic tightly around the sock and pole together. Wrap and tie a few times so it is nice and secure.

3) Cut two ears out of some felt. I used some scraps of some strong hand-made felt I had – I imagined the shape of a cathedral door when I cut them out. Fold them in half and stitch onto the horse – along the heel of the sock. I stitched across the bottom of the ears, and then a little way up the sides to encourage them to stand up tall.

4) Make little bundles or tassels of yarn and stitch them between and just behind the ears to create the mane.

5) Choose some cute big round buttons for eyes and stitch them on. You could also glue one some felt circles.

6) My daughter added a bridle by wrapping yarn around the muzzle and attached a rein to hang on to for when those horses want to gallop fast.

This post was originally shared on http://www.numalakinder.wordpress.com

Deep Soul Stories at the 2014 Goddess Conference

Jennifer McCormack, Gold Coast CelebrantThis year I will be presenting a 3 hour workshop at the annual GAIA Goddess Conference in Sydney. The theme for the Goddess Conference this year is “The Wellspring”, a theme that gave me delighted shivers when I heard it. This theme is well suited to my work with story, and with those attending my workshop at the Conference we will be gently stirring and peering into the wellspring of our creativity and inner guidance to form our own Deep Soul Stories.

Storytelling has always been a creative expression of mine – mostly with children, but more often in the last few years my storytelling has found therapeutic and creative expression for adults. In the Sacred Essence Women’s Circles with Melissa Joss, through private sessions, creative arts, and through my work as a Celebrant we have explored stories of grief, death, guilt, exhaustion, motherhood, inspiration, relaxation, celebration, vision-building … stories connect us, confirm our experience, inspire us to grow, reveal possibilities, give permission to feel big feelings …


Will we finish the session with a written, fully-formed story? Maybe not, three hours is a long creative session, but some stories take time. At the end of this workshop, though, we will have learned to companion each other in the creative process, collaborated and supported each other to draw out threads of the story that wants to be told. We will have plenty of material upon which to build our self-stories, and will have an idea of where this story wants to take us. This is a workshop that is focused on process rather than solution – by being open to the creative process and by using the skills of companionship, empathic listening and creative representation, the wisdoms we need will begin to take form.

MedusaLHI will be sharing a few of my own stories with you in this session too – would you like to read some now? This one, “The Woman Who Went Inside“, goes a little into the process of creative companionship that we will explore in the workshop. This one, “The Mother, The Great Mother, and the Stranger“, was read at the Goddess Conference last year to honour the passing of one of our own, our friend and priestess.

I will also holding space at the Conference as a Mother of the Venus de Willendorf Clan. I am looking to meeting the women who will gather with me for ceremony, ritual and sisterhood. Many blessings, see you at the conference :)

Greeting the Snake 2

Lavendilly Storytime: Why the Swamp Hen Has a Red Beak

Autumn Leaf Fairy3We spend a lot of time hanging together down by the creek. We play and we explore there, never really with much of a plan. Our story times often unfold while we sit together doing nothing much more than just watching and listening. We call to the river to tell us a story, and then we look around, and listen carefully to find it. The story then appears in a natural and collaborative way between myself, the children and the place we are in.

A few weeks ago, after a morning of delightful unstructured play and wandering down by the creek with my 4 year old daughter, we sung our Story-calling Song to the river, and then it answered in a most delightful way. One of those rushes of wind came hurtling up the river from a distance and when it blew by us, little leaves swirled all around us. There was a story there, but what was it? It sure wanted to be told. My daughter listened for a moment before saying that it wanted to tell us the story of the swamp hen. We didn’t know what the story was yet, and so we watched the swamp hens nearby so that we could find out.

The swamp hens were stepping carefully with their long toes on the lawn near the bank, and digging with their red beaks in the grass. Stepping and digging, stepping and digging. Their purply and deep blue feathers shone in the sun. Unhurried, peaceful, purposeful. Other hens were paddling in the water, and one dived right under and disappeared for a moment before shooting out of the water again like a rocket. We found this most interesting! And so we started talking about what we saw, and why we thought the swamp hens were doing these things.

My daughter had a lot of theories about what these waterbirds were doing. We wondered why they were pecking the grass – she thought they were eating the “moisture” (moys-cha), which, it turns out, she thought was lovely dark dirt. I wondered, if maybe they might be nibbling at some roots or grubs that live in the “moisture”. We wondered how they could swim when they were birds – she thought they must kick with their long toes. We wondered why the swamp hen whooshed out of the water so quickly – she thought the eels might have bitten it on the nose because it had been rude.

AH! That explains why it has a red beak!

And there we found the story. It just came, and we told it while we tried to copy the swamp hen’s movements. Have you stepped like waterbird? Stepping slowly while lifting knees and pointing toes at the same time takes balance! When we got home we looked up swamp hens in our bird book and on the computer and discovered that they DO eat the grasses and soft roots of plants near the river, and they DO sometimes attack eels (known as jurun in Yugambeh Language) – but no one knows why.

Well, we do! Here’s why:


Lavendilly Swamp Hen

Purple Swamp Hen was swimming in the shallow water of the river, looking for some food. It dived down under the water and swam about for a moment, before popping back up for a breath.

It was a beautiful bird with shiny, purply and dark blue feathers, and long, long toes that it could use to pick up food, or to swim for short distances under water. It was a neat bird, a tidy one, and it liked the way its  sleek feathers glimmered in the sunlight. Swamp Hen stepped carefully so that it would never get dirty.

Eel saw Swamp Hen swimming underwater one day. “What are you doing, swimming in my river, bird?”

Swamp Hen replied, “I’m just looking for a little food. There are some delicious delicacies here in this river. Have you tried the snail? What about these little fish? Those are delightful, but you have to be quick to catch them.”

Eel said “Only I am fast enough! This is my river and you cannot fish here! I am Jurun! I am king here.”

Swamp Hen looked Eel up and down, then rudely said, “What are you? You are too slimy to be a fish and too fat to be a snake. You couldn’t possibly be king of the river! Not like I, with my shiny feathers and graceful toes. Perhaps I should be king.”

This boasting from Swamp Hen made Eel so cross, it rushed forward and bit Swamp Hen on the beak. Swamp Hen got such a fright it whooshed straight out of the water like a rocket! Its poor beak was bright red and sore!

And that is why Swamp Hen now much prefers to spend its time stepping carefully and only using its beak to dig in the softer parts of the grasses and plants that grow by the water. Sometimes when its beak is feeling really red and sore, it uses its toes to lift up soft plants and shoots, rather than to bend down and dig. And it never spends long underwater, in case it meets Eel again.

Professional Development for Parents (Creative, Supportive, Effective)

create logo transparent general webPart of my work with children and families is with Create & Relate, an organisation dedicated to quality early childhood education and well-being for children and families. Together with my colleague Melissa Joss, we present the Effective Parenting Weekend, among other workshops, to support family and individual well-being.

The EP Weekend is not your typical parenting course. We do not offer tips and tricks for sticky parenting situations. We do not offer advice and how-tos, nor are we trying to sell a philosophy or style of parenting. Our intention for the weekend is to support parents so they may make these decisions for themselves. We guide parents within their unique family experiences, provide support, offer new ways of thinking about parenting, and new ways of being present to life with children.

Effective Parenting 1C&R

Our work is underpinned by a framework, upon which to build family life, as these new ways unfold. This framework has been informed by our experience as educators, researchers and parents, and in our course we aim offer it in support of all aspects of family life:

PRE-PARENTING– Foundations of Effective Families
PRESENT-TIME PARENTING – Living the Family Life in this Moment
PRO-PARENTING – Proactive Family Solutions
SELF CARE – Effective Parenting Essentials


Our content is grounded in current early childhood and neuroscience research, and has been developed through our own experience and knowledge as early childhood teachers, creative arts therapists and parents. Some of the processes we offer include the following:

♦ Understanding individual needs and developmental stages of growth and learning

♦ Learning the importance of considered planning for family life

♦ Clarification of family values and the creation of a family mission statement, unique to each family

♦ Strategies for support and balance within family roles

♦ Strategies for being mindfully present, positive and proactive in overwhelming situations

♦ Communication skills including empathetic listening, effective conversations, reflection and evaluation, proactive decision-making.

♦ Awareness of our own personal journey as parents and the importance and practical applications of Self Care.

Living Values Tree 1 C&R

In addition to Effective Parenting we offer the following services which have evolved from the course itself, to further support parents in more specific ways:

Refresher Course – this is a one-day workshop for families who have already attended Effective Parenting and wish to continue reflecting upon and developing their family framework, values and skills in a supported group.

Living Values – This is a two-part workshop that stems from the Effective Parenting Framework we offer on the first day of our course. We support parents in the process of clarifying values and developing a specific family mission statement. The creative component of this workshop involves representing these values and visions on canvas so they may be a visual part of the family home and culture.

Parenting the Anxious Child with Mindfulness and Creativity – supporting parents in the process of understanding and working with their children’s high needs in a creative and mindful way. Some creative arts therapy skills are taught so that parents can support their children in creating their own proactive, calming and self-help strategies for moments of high anxiety.

Private Parent Mentoring Sessions – These professional sessions are offered by Jennifer, as individual support for parents to work through the content of the Effective Parenting Framework offered in the course. Jennifer draws upon her extensive experience as an early childhood teacher and parent of three, along with her training in creative arts therapy.

Creative Arts Therapy Sessions for adults and children – These professional sessions are offered by Melissa, a registered and experienced creative arts therapist, early childhood teacher and parent of two, from her private arts studio in Highland Park. Creative arts therapy is an experiential style of psychotherapy/counselling, using a rich variety of arts, including drawing, painting, sculpture, music, movement, play therapy, and more, to support clients through their own creative and emergent process of self awareness and inspired change. Melissa specialises in working with parents and children within a wide range of familial and personal challenges.

Self Care Retreats – Our vision behind offering retreats for mothers in the community is to give parents a very affordable and flexible attendance opportunity to take some much needed time out; to unwind, relax, gain the support of community and learn some effective self care habits.

Silkwood School, in Mt Nathan on the Gold Coast is hosting the Effective Parenting Weekend this term, on September 13 and 14. It will be the fifth time it has been offered to the Silkwood community since we first approached the school in 2012. To book in for the Effective Parenting Course, or any other event, please contact us at Create & Relate:

Jennifer McCormack & Melissa Joss

Just down the river (shoo lie loo)

I’m really enjoying the song “Shoo Lie Loo” by Elizabeth Mitchell. It came to me as a gift just this week in the form of her cd Sunny Day. I recommend it as part of your collection of music for children – joyful songs, great rhythms, real music that appeals to a child’s world. The whole cd feels like adults and children alike had fun making it. “Shoo Lie Loo” has everything my children love: a catchy tune that won’t drive you nuts, simple lyrics that can be adapted, a celebration of childhood. I promise you’ll love it. There’s a clip of it at the end of this post, showing the circle game that goes with it.

Autumn Leaf Fairy3My children and I adapted this song yesterday when we went down to the river – it just burst out when we started taking note of all the bird life we have down there. We live on a quiet part of the Nerang river – just about the point where the water turns brackish and is just a little tidal still. It is more like a creek where we are, with mostly low ankle-deep water running over smooth rocks and soft weeds.

It is an interesting environment with SO MANY interesting birds. It is a very exciting event when we spot the pelican that comes to visit every now and then! It is quite odd, seeing a pelican paddling upon our quiet creek. Once my husband watched an eagle fishing, and I’ve been delighted by the flash of brilliant blue from a kingfisher.

Once we started singing, we just kept thinking of more and more birds we have seen in our area and of course we started to make a list. Our next thought is to take a photo of each of the birds and make a poster or a guide-book of our own with them

Our song goes like this:

This cheeky little one landed in our backyard and lived with us for about a month before flying away again.

This cheeky little one landed in our backyard and lived with us for about a month before flying away again.

Just down the river (shoo lie loo)

To see who lives here (shoo lie loo)

Hey Cockatoo (shoo lie loo)

Fly away over yonder (shoo lie loo)

Our song went on and on with willy wagtail, swamp hen, eagle, magpie, butcher bird, galah, ibis, pelican …. the little ones and I danced in a circle, spinning around with our arms out as we flew away over yonder. So much fun.

New Places in Our Garden

This post, Places in our garden, was from my old home, where I was offering a weekly playgroup. It was a rental home in an estate, and we were quite lucky to be able to play with it, and in it, in such a creative way. Of course it all had to be dismantled and cut back when we left.

We have a new home now – a permanent one. It is a home that came with an established and very beautiful garden full of flowering plants, including a rose garden and lush lawn out the front, flowering natives and seasonal trees out the back. With no back fence, our backyard runs into the common land on our estate, and flows in a gentle grassy slope right down to a quiet creek at the back.

We have put in a vegetable garden, added a tree house and cubby house, and enjoyed the experience of having a deciduous tree in our back yard (FALLEN LEAVES!!! How much fun are LEAVES??)

Now – to create a playscape ….. We want a butterfly garden and a fairy garden and a dinosaur garden. I want a herb garden and more fruit trees …. oh and a native beehive …

I’m not really a gardener, but I am an artist, and the children and I do enjoy creating new spaces. Caring for those spaces is part of the fun.

Stories and Storytelling

I’ve updated my collection of stories. All the stories I’ve posted on the blog are now listed here on one page for you to find. There are stories for children, stories for adults, therapeutic stories and birthing stories.

You may also be interested the following storytelling services:

  • Story Commissions -If you would like your birth story transformed into a tale to share with your children, or if you are seeking some clarity and acceptance with your birth experience I can help you to gently and lovingly re-tell your story in a way that celebrates you, your child and your shared birth.
  • Storytelling Workshops – for an interested group of parents, or for early childhood educators, our storytelling workshop covers practical skills for sharing stories, therapeutic benefits of storytelling, story construction and how stories can be used to create a sense of belonging in your group – to each other, to the class, to the environment. A great practical and inspiring workshop for any who live or work with young children.
  • Deep Soul Story Sessions – these are a creative enquiry into your own experience to draw out themes and threads from your own wellspring of creativity, inspiration and wisdom. Deep Soul Story Sessions can be an introduction to your own storywriting or felt-making expression.

Lavendilly Story Time: The Ringing Bell

Little Garden FaerieThis is the story of my Little One’s caesarean birth. I wrote this to tell at her 4th birthday party, although I told a simplified version. My Little One sat on her birthday pillow, inside the silk rainbow circle, and I told this story with only a little bell as a prop in the story. At the end I put a rainbow necklace with a bell on it over her head. She felt so special.


Written by and Copyright to Jennifer McCormack, July 2014

In a little house by a creek there lived a family of fairies. There was Mumma and Daddy fairy, and Brother and Sister fairy. Mumma was a water fairy, Daddy was a wind fairy, Brother was a fire fairy and Sister was a song fairy. They were happy together, each one unique, each one interested in different things, but all living harmoniously together.

One day Mumma thought she heard the jingling of a little bell. It was only faint, but it jingled on and off all day. “Do you hear that?” she asked Daddy. Daddy couldn’t hear it at first, but after a while, if he listened carefully, he could make out the sweet faint jingling sound.

It wasn’t long before Brother and Sister could hear it too, and the sweet jingling, ringing sound grew louder every day. “I know what it is,” said Mumma Fairy, “a new little fairy is going to join our family!”

The whole family heard the jingling sound for many months. Some days it was strong, and some days it was soft. Sometimes they heard it at night, and at other times it woke them up in the morning. “Sweet Little One,” they would say, “when are you coming?”

Day after day the fairy family would make their home ready for their new Little One, and the ringing grew louder and louder! Everyone was very excited.

But one morning Mama Fairy woke up because the jingling sound wasn’t loud. It was very soft, and it didn’t ring very often. As the morning went on, the sound stopped all together. Mumma could feel her Little One in her heart, and deep inside her womb she knew her baby fairy would be coming today, but she couldn’t hear the clear ringing of her Little One’s bell at all! This worried her.

“Oh dear!” thought Mumma Fairy, “I need some help! It’s time for our baby fairy to come, but it seems to have gone away. Come little fairy, come! Wake up Little One!”

They all tried to use their talents to help their Little One come. Mumma the water fairy rocked and danced like the gentle waves of a river. Daddy the wind fairy spoke words of wisdom and bravery, encouraging Little One (and Mumma) to not be afraid. Brother the fire fairy used his fire talent to make their home warm and welcoming. Sister the song fairy sang to their Little One a song of love and joy, calling for the sound of the bell. But no bell could be heard. All was still and quiet.

They needed some more help. Daddy called a Healer Fairy to come and help them call their Little One in.

The Healer Fairy listened to Mumma’s story, and listened carefully for the bell. She put her hands on Mumma Fairy’s belly and gently called out to the Little One:

“Baby Fairy ring your bell, 

Jingle, tinkle, ring it well!

Your birthing day has begun

Come join your family, Little One”

All was still, even their house was quiet, as everyone listened carefully for the ringing, jingling sound. Still the baby fairy’s bell remained silent. The Healer Fairy told Mumma and Daddy that she would need some more help, and they would need to visit the Great Healing Hall because the magic was powerful there, where lots of healer fairies worked together.

Many fairies were already waiting at the Great Healing Hall. They were singing and chanting together, songs of love and birth and healing and the music entered the Healing Hall on sweet drifting strands. Mumma and Daddy Fairy heard their friends sing and felt strong, brave and loved. The many voices making music together was part of the healing magic. The healer fairies gathered around Mumma and Daddy and called to the Little One to ring her bell … and … after a while:

A faint, sweet jingling. There it was! They could all hear it!

The healing fairies rested their wands on Mumma Fairy’s brow and asked her “Are you ready for your Little One to come?” Mumma held Daddy’s hand. She was ready. They were all ready.  It was time and they could hardly wait.

The healing fairies rested their wands upon Mumma Fairy’s heart and asked her “Are you ready to receive your Little One with love and openness, however your Little One arrives?” Mumma Fairy was ready. Her heart was now bursting with the sound of her Little One’s bell. A soft feeling, almost like sleep swept over her as she relaxed, ready to receive.

The healing fairies rested their wands at Mumma Fairy’s womb and asked her “Are you ready to open the door, to help your Little One come through?” Mumma Fairy was ready. She put her hands on her womb and listened for the ringing, jingling bell. She could hear it and feel it growing stronger. She whispered the Healing Fairy’s special words to the Little One over and over:

“Baby Fairy ring your bell, 

Jingle, tinkle, ring it well!

Your birthing day has begun

Come join your family, Little One”

The fairies outside the Great Healing Hall kept singing and chanting. Daddy Fairy and Mumma Fairy held each other, and held their breath with anticipation. They could hardly wait to meet their Little One. The healing fairies drew a line with fairy magic across Mumma Fairy’s womb with their wands, and a door opened. From this door came a bridge of rainbow light – and a loud clear ringing sound filled the room as a little baby Rainbow fairy came through the door, lifted over the bridge of coloured light, helped by the healing fairies, landing snuggly in Mumma Fairy’s arms. Their Little One was perfectly well, perfect in every way, and slept in Mumma’s arms safe and sound, ringing gently as she breathed.

The healing fairies waved their wands again and as the door in Mumma’s womb was magically closed, the bridge of rainbow light disappeared. All was still, all was quiet, and cloaked in peace. Only the sound of singing from the fairies outside of the Great Healing Hall drifted in through the windows. Everyone smiled.

Brother and Sister Fairy were delighted to meet their sister, Little Rainbow Fairy , and they took turns holding her and talking to her. Brother Fairy warmed her and Sister Fairy sang to her.

“You silly little fairy,” crooned Mumma,” We were worried about you, and here you are, perfect in every way. If this is the way you come into our family, I can see that you will have plenty more adventures, and come out of them just fine every time.”

And do you know, that’s exactly what happened. Four years have passed, and the Little Rainbow Fairy still wakes up every day, ringing and jingling happily, finding adventure every where she looks.

* * *

She was a plannedLittle One's Birthday Ceremony. LH home birth, but it seems our Little One had something else in mind. In the end we went to hospital because our baby was very quiet and still, with a faint heart beat. It just so happened that on this same day many of my friends and community were outside the hospital attending a rally in support of the re-opening of the Gold Coast Hospital Birth Centre. They were singing and chanting together and I could hear them from my room. It gave me great comfort to know they were outside while I was inside with my husband and our two wonderful midwives, who were really looking after me. Caesarean was exactly what we were trying to avoid, but in this case I felt supported in the decision to go ahead.

In the end our Little One was perfectly fine, the little cheeky little thing. A picture of perfect baby health. We have just celebrated her fourth birthday and she has grown into a bright, cheery and chatty little thing – always ready for the adventure each day brings.

I thought that I had already processed her birth, and found myself ok with how it unfolded, despite our worry about her at the time, and my very ordinary recovery after surgery … but writing this story brought me more joy on another level, and I found a new kind of acceptance and peace with my experience. I hope, if you have experienced an unplanned cesarean, that you find some solace and beauty in my story too.

You may be interested to read more about my reflections of this experience:

A Mother Blessed – a poem about my unplanned caesarean birth (this one!)

Cold Birth: Reclaiming my Labour – my immediate reflections about this birth and my thoughts about what it was like to give birth without labour.

xx Jennifer

Lavendilly Storytime: The Search for the Classroom Elf

The Search for the Classroom Elf

Written by and copyright to Jennifer McCormack, July 2014.

Korbyn the Class Elf, Needle Felted Doll, 2002

Korbyn the Class Elf, Needle Felted Doll, 2002

One year, when I took my class of children from Prep into Grade One we discovered a little elf living in our classroom. He was a cheeky, flighty little thing for a while, and then he helped the children make friends, and began to set challenges for the children to achieve cooperatively. Here is one of the stories I would tell my class about Korbyn, our class Elf:

Once there were two teachers and a few children who came every school day to be together in their little classroom. All the children were different, and the teachers loved how interesting this made the days at school. Some children would come running through the door as soon as the teachers opened it in the morning, shouting a quick goodbye to their parents and feeling very excited about their plans for the day. Some children would arrive, find their friends and sit together to talk and feel at home before they found something to do. Some children would play on their own for a bit, and then join in with one or two others.

There was one boy who hardly played with anyone. He would sometimes find it difficult to say goodbye to his mum and dad, and would almost always sit on his own in the morning to watch the other children play. The teachers would come and have a chat and try to interest him in some activities. Occasionally one or two of the children would come and say hello, but mostly he liked to sit and watch and listen all by himself.

“He’s a watcher,” the teachers would say to each other, “I’ll bet he is having lots of interesting thoughts. Someday soon he’ll go and play”.

One morning the boy was sitting at the tables after morning circle. He was watching the children organise themselves for the day. He watched each area of the classroom begin filling up with activity as the children went off with friends to start their games and projects. As he sat there, something surprising happened. He was certain that he saw a green and purple thing flash past the tables and into the block area. It was so quick he couldn’t see more than a streak of colour, but he was absolutely sure that he heard the sound of a jingling bell ringing as it went by.

This was very interesting! So he stood up to have a look. There were two children playing on the block mat. They’d built a very complicated structure from the blocks and were busy adding a bridge, very carefully. The boy crept over to the two children and quietly whispered,

“Did you see something running past? It was green and purple and very fast!

I didn’t see it very well, but I’m sure I heard a jingling bell!”

The block corner children replied, “No, we were concentrating on our building. Isn’t it AMAZING?” The boy nodded, yes it was very impressive! No wonder they didn’t see anything rush past. He asked if he could stay and play until he saw it again, and the children made room for him.

They played together for a little while then one of the children pointed excitedly “Look! Is that what you saw?” They all looked up at the same time and as they did so, they heard a little bell. A little flash of green and purple dashed off into book corner. So they all got up and ran over to see.

There were two children looking at books together in the book corner. The boy and the children from the block area crept over to the two children and quietly whispered,

“Did you see something running past? It was green and purple and very fast!

I didn’t see it very well, but I’m sure I heard a jingling bell!”

The children reading books replied, “No, we were looking at these pictures. Aren’t they INTERESTING?” The boy nodded, yes those illustrations were really detailed. There were lots to look at and wonder at in those books. No wonder they didn’t see anything rush past. He asked if he could stay and read until he saw it again, and the children made room for him, and the others who had come with him.

They read together for a little while. Not everyone could read, but they told each other stories from the pictures. Then one of the children pointed excitedly “Look! Is that what you saw?” They all looked up at the same time and as they did so, they heard a little bell. A little flash of green and purple dashed off into the art area. So they all got up and ran over to see.

There was one child painting at the art table. She was painting a picture of something green and purple and yellow. The boy, with the children from block mat and the children from the book corner crept up to the art table and asked:

“Did you see something running past? It was green and purple and very fast!

I didn’t see it very well, but I’m sure I heard a jingling bell!”

The girl replied, “I thought I saw something! Look, I’ve tried to paint it. Isn’t it FASCINATING?” The boy nodded, yes it was just like what he had seen! They decided to all draw or paint what they thought the green and purple thing was. It might help them find it. Everyone began to create lots of different images about what they thought it was.

They created and talked together for a little while then one of the children pointed excitedly “Look! Is that what you saw?” They all looked up at the same time and as they did so, they heard a little bell. A little flash of green and purple dashed off into home corner. So they all got up and ran over to see.

There was one child in home corner. He was cooking up some lunch in the play kitchen. The boy, the children from the block mat, the children from the book corner and the girl from the art table all came over too. The boy asked him:

“Did you see something running past? It was green and purple and very fast!

I didn’t see it very well, but I’m sure I heard a jingling bell!”

The home corner boy replied, “No, I was making up some pizza. Isn’t it DELICIOUS?” The boy nodded, yes the play dough pizza looked really yummy. No wonder he hadn’t seen anything rush past. The boy asked if he could stay and play until he saw it again, and they were joined by the children from the block mat, the children from the book corner and the girl from the art table.

They played together, each putting on dress-ups so that they were perfectly dressed for a search party in the classroom. There was a policeman, a workman, a fairy, a dancer, a pirate a dragon and lots of other costumes. Then one of the children pointed excitedly “Look! Is that what you saw?” They all looked up at the same time and as they did so, they heard a little bell. A little flash of green and purple dashed off outside and into their playground!

All in their costumes, the boy, the children from the block area, the children from the book corner, the girl from the art table and the boy from home corner ran outside of the classroom and looked in all the hiding places of their playground and garden.

They looked everywhere – all through the trees, through the veggie patch and all around the climbing frame. They couldn’t find it anywhere, although now and then they heard the tinkling bell.

“It’s over here!”

“No! I heard it in the cubby!”

“Are you sure? I am certain I saw something run under the pumpkin patch!”

They ended up playing and searching outside for all the morning and then when the teachers called them in for story time they told her all about it! It took so long to tell of their adventures that they did not have time to hear the day’s story from their teacher.

“Well, thank you!” their teacher said, “What a treat for us today! We don’t normally hear such exciting stories from our children, but we thoroughly enjoyed story time today!” The children all giggled when they realised that THEY told the story to their teachers instead of the other way around.

Both the teachers looked at each other, and then at the children. “You know,” they said, “every now and then we think we hear a little jingling sound in the classroom too. Always just behind the board or the books or between the pillows. Every now and then we are certain that we have seen something flash past. I think something like a little cheeky elf lives here in our classroom, and we thought we were going mad until you saw it today too!”

The teacher turned to the boy who had first heard the bell and who had started the great search. She said, “You know, I knew you were a watcher. You sat and listened and waited and look what happened! This little classroom elf of ours has helped you find some people to play with. You have been having fun all morning! And now you know everyone too.”

And from then on it was a bit easier for the boy to say goodbye to his mum and dad, and he continued to sit and watch for a bit at the start of the day, before going to play with his friends. Always they hoped to catch a glimpse of the cheeky classroom elf.

And sometimes they did.

This story has been re-written as “The River Elf” to reflect the journey of a child settling in to an outdoor, nature kinder environment too: playing in the vegetable garden, the tree house, digging pit and climbing trees. You are very welcome to pop over to Numala Kinder and have a read.