“Rhyming and echoing were important in preschool learning. Little ones find comfort in the patterns but also take some ownership of the anticipated rhyme.” – my mom
My mom and I were talking about gameplay today. How a “get out of jail free” card makes you feel in Monopoly. How learning and fun are constructed from (or at least always include) emotional echoes. Surprises. Recognition. Comfort. Relief. Connection. Ownership. Resilience, etc..
In the movie, Witness, the Amish grandfather admonishes the boy: “What you put into your hand you put into your heart.” Which might also be expressed as: What you put into your heart, you put into your hand. When you feel, you participate. When you anticipate, you engage.
As a child, they could not keep me from wells
And old pumps with buckets and windlasses.
I loved the dark drop, the trapped sky, the smells
Of waterweed, fungus and dank moss.
One, in a brickyard, with a rotted board top.
I savoured the rich crash when a bucket
Plummeted down at the end of a rope.
So deep you saw no reflection in it.
A shallow one under a dry stone ditch
Fructified like any aquarium.
When you dragged out long roots from the soft mulch
A white face hovered over the bottom.
Others had echoes, gave back your own call
With a clean new music in it. And one
Was scaresome, for there, out of ferns and tall
Foxgloves, a rat slapped across my reflection.
Now, to pry into roots, to finger slime,
To stare, big-eyed Narcissus, into some spring
Is beneath all adult dignity. I rhyme
To see myself, to set the darkness echoing.