So there’s this one memory I have of our home before our last one – in West Virginia.
Chris and I had been married a few weeks; Election Day was around the corner. And the President was coming to town!
So we decided to head down to the local highschool (one of two total in the town) and pile into the football stadium with everyone else.
Some country music was playing; most everyone was in good spirits. And camo.
Right before the President walked out in the center of the field, the crowd broke out into song – the loudest, yet reverent, most passionate I’ve ever heard a football stadium full of people sing.
It was as if John Denver was singing about the country roads in person right along with everyone else.
We didn’t know the song, but felt this sense of due diligence to learn it quickly so we could fit in.
A similar moment happened to Kami and I today.
In our homeschool Co Op, I get to teach the 5 and 6 year olds. Today we talked a bit about birds.
So here I was feeling all super teacher-ish setting up the best bird scene I could. Complete with some bird soundtracks playing from the trees. Like the sounds were coming from the trees! I mean, really.
Then the kids came in and colored some pictures. And hung them in the trees. All under the sounds of exotic rain forest birds. And the swaying branches (from the AC vents) of fake church trees.
My word they were all practically growing feathers and wings right there in all this authentic-ness.
Then I pulled out a Waldorf style tray of bird beak-ish tools. To demonstrate my knowledge of all things bird beak-ish of course. (Trust me, this is going somewhere….)
The kids got to see how different beaks make eating different kinds of foods possible. And they got to eat a few sunflower seeds and goldfish crackers.
For each type of beak, I had a photo on the iPad for the kids to see the real life illustrations of each of the beak types.
Even Woody Woodpecker made an appearance.
See. What a lesson!
Then, we get to the birds with tearing beaks.
“Here’s the example, kids! It’s an eagle! This is America’s nation….”
And the kids all broke out into song. Passionate. Reverent. Harmonious. Five year olds. Without prompting or cuing. Straight up.
“FLY EAGLES FLY…..”
Then tried three times to regain control. So I gave up.
And grabbed my camera for the last few seconds.
Didn’t even know they had a song. <— said in my best southern accent
Even teachers learn new things.
I guess you don’t mess with the Eagles.
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