Last night I went to the super-secret meeting with the other kindergarten parents and we started to sew the "Wee Ones" for our five year-olds.
The Wee One is a wonderful part of the Waldorf curriculum that enables the child to nurture, and to see their reflection outside of themselves. The Mother Fairy delivers the Wee Ones to the school, one by one, until over time, all of the children have had a special delivery. The "birth" day for each Wee One is a huge deal for the children, and they get really, really excited for the unknown day when the Fairy delivers their baby.
It is so secret, and so sacred, that we are forbidden from discussing it with anyone in our family, with the obvious exception of our spouse. There is an almost Christmas like feel to the specialness and preparation of our child's Wee One.
So last night, as we sat at the small wooden tables, we each had a sheet of instructions titled, "How to Make a Baby."
I am a juvenile delinquent at heart, and so I snorted. Then, while we were pinning, my neighbor let out an "ow!" as she stuck herself with a pin.
"What's the matter, you prick yourself while making a baby?" I giggled.
Sigh. I wonder when I'll grow up.