This week we are reading Plaidypus Lost (really, an amazing book) and making our stuffed platypus animals… so sweet, it’s really one of my favorite activities we do all year. I burned myself with the hot glue gun a few times, but it was totally worth it… each year I’m reminded of this post I wrote the first time I made these with my sprouts…
As part of the reading program at my school, we read a book about a little stuffed platypus. Some of the other kindergarten teachers told me they usually make little stuffed animals with their kids to resemble the platypus in the book. I was able to get some parents to help with the sewing and the project was a go in my class.
Parents came in a few hours each day and pulled kids one at a time to stuff and complete their platypus. While working on her animal, one little girl exclaimed, ‘This is the best day of my life!’ Now most of the kids were excited to make their very own stuffed animal, but this struck me as, well, a little dramatic. I then noticed the little girl who spoke.
I don’t want to give out too much personal information (or even names) about any students for privacy reasons. Let’s just say, this little girl has a rough life. She’s seen and heard more in her five short years than anyone should. What I realized was it was more than the stuffed platypus that was making her day. It was the one on one attention from an adult. Someone was taking the time to make her feel special and I don’t think she gets that very much. The twenty minutes spent stuffing, sewing and picking out the buttons for eyes was probably the most one on one adult attention she had received in a long time.
Sometimes I forget how important my job is. It’s so much more than learning letters, numbers and getting along. A stuffed platypus is sometimes so much more than the fabric, stuffing, thread and buttons it’s made from.