When I casually mentioned to my friend that I had been asked to teach a preschool gardening class, she nearly fell of of her chair. When she finally stopped laughing long enough to breath, she gasped out, “YOU! Do they know about you? Did you tell them??”
Obviously, my friend knows me too well. (And she can’t be content to just make a non-committal sound like Shaun has gotten so good at) Sadly, it’s true. I have what’s known as a black thumb. In fact, I am always in awe of a plant that can survive my well-meant nurturing. So, of course, I told them that I wasn’t really a gardener before I accepted the job. But I think they must have been desperate as they wanted me anyways.
Besides, I really didn’t think that how well I could (or rather couldn’t) garden should matter with this class. After all, my only guideline was a paragraph written by someone else a few months ago. It said the class was to be “a hands-on exploration of how seeds grown, the work of bugs and much more”. Easy Peasy. It also mentioned something about crafting and simple planting. I’m really good at planting things…it’s just keeping them alive that gives me problems.
Thanks to my good friend Google, I was completely prepared for the first day of three back to back classes. What I wasn’t quite prepared for was for these preschoolers to bring along their moms…and their dads…and their grandparents…not to mention all the cameras and camcorders! I suddenly realized that in addition to teaching the kids, I had to impress the adults with my…um…vast knowledge…of gardening. Yeah.
Fortunately for me, I have no problems with talking to a crowd or with being silly enough to grab and keep the attention of young children. I got laughs from the parents when I told the kids that I pulled up the best plant in my garden to show them all the parts of a plant. I really wasn’t joking when I showed off my magnificent weed.
We talked a bit, did a small project, then went for a walk to a patch of dirt the park had provided for us. We were going to plant nasturtiums (and boy was I glad I had looked up the proper way to pronounce it before I came!) because they are fast growers. It turned out that the kids had no interest in planting seeds. At least not while there were much more exciting things to do with the dirt…like play with worms.
my relief no surprise, everyone had a great time and may even have learned something. As they were leaving, one of the grandpas turned to me and told me that I wasn’t a teacher…I was a saint. Now all I have to do is figure out what I can do to top the worms next week!
I’m also wondering if I should tell my friend that I’ve been asked to help out with the preschool cooking class…