Muddy & Marvelous
Okay, so let’s talk about mud. A concept I’m seeing more frequently on social media and hearing about at conferences is the mud kitchen. And I’m here to tell you, I love it.
Now, I know, that many American schools are often limited by their surroundings. When I taught in Brooklyn, muddy playgrounds weren’t readily available. I also know that, at least for me, when some new & seemingly large undertaking is suggested, 100 things pop into my brain about why I can’t do it. I need permission from the admin, how much money it will cost, the clean up involved, doing it within state and school safety guidelines, etc.
But lately, for myself, I’ve been trying to do a simple re-framing. How would I have felt having this experience as a child? And when I came back to mud kitchens, I knew how much I would have loved it. So I started looking at that list of obstacles and how to tackle them.
I didn’t have the funds or resources to create an actual mud kitchen and it couldn’t be something permanent on the playground. But there is a big patch of dirt behind the playground with a little tree cover. And there is a spigot attached to the school wall and a water hose— so I knew we could make something work.
I did the usual emailing parents and sending letters home and telling my director. But honestly, I didn’t ask them. I said, “We’re doing this. Bring extra clothes.” I was surprised how easily everyone went along. I even got the class next door to join in.
We had an INCREDIBLE day. All of us got filthy and squishy and wet. We discovered that rocks are shiny when wet and we could see bugs and worms and paint the bark of a tree with mud. The air was filled with giggles and screams. It was probably one of my favorite days ever as a teacher.
By Chtysta Naron