I thought I was reading a story to my daughter’s second grade class but as it turns out I was reading much more. It took me longer than the children to figure that out. To me it was a story about a ball bouncing on the wall. And yes, there were other characters in there somewhere. But the ball was supposed to be the fun part. In an effort to impress the little ones, I even took a ball with me.
As it turned out, it wasn’t about the ball at all. It was all about these other characters and how people of a community help each other. It is – I am told – part of the PYP “unit”. I am not familiar with ‘units’. In my days, we just read the book and moved on. But today I learned that there are many units in the school year and this specific one is about “how we organize ourselves.”
The ball, in my book, allows the imagination of the community to be carried away and gives the chance to neighbors to be helpful, responsible and caring.
And so it was, that I left my daughter’s class - carrying my precious ball – and wondering how it is that my little daughter is more in tune with the world than I am. Talal Jundi