We all know that children explore everything. They want to go everywhere, touch everything, and eat everything. As they get older they want to make a game out of everything, or a song, or a dance, or a picture. They explore. They put things together.
Before my son could walk, I held him up to a bamboo chime. He explored the sounds and played with the differences in the pieces for much longer than my arms could hold him up and way beyond my attention span of watching his exploration.
What does a child explore? The answer is beyond our comprehension because we have long discarded the tiny distinctions that children can hear, see, feel, and generally perceive. Use it or you lose it is the rule and we lose it because we train ourselves to believe there are a limited number of colors, shapes, sounds, movements, and perspectives visually and perceptually.
I began to ask myself why I am so delighted with the movement of children. They are exploring in an infinite universe that I have long ago forsaken. When a child runs, all my senses tune up because a lot more is happening than I understand. So what is the real connection between the child’s exploration and everything they do with their bodies and their sensations?
I got the answer when I saw enough children scream when they were taken out of the sand box. With my grandchildren came along, I set out to find out what was going on in the sand box. Miss Twala would insist on staying in the sand box. When it was time to go, she was just like the other kids I had seen screaming.
So I decided to do what parents are not able to do and stay there in the sand box as long as she wanted. The parents knew they would never get home at this rate and became irate with me. But they knew that between my stubbornness and Miss Twala’s high pitched voice, they did not have a chance of budging us. We would walk home or they could come back for us before dark or we had to come up with another alternative. Miss Twala was the same in the swing. Get down? No not yet….on and on beyond multiple infinities of adult attention span.
What was she doing at age 1 for that long that was so important that all matter within one hundred yards had to be shattered with her scream unless she “got her way.” Whoops, there it is. What is this “her way” and why is it hers and not ours?
When I read The Brain that Changes Itself and This is Your Brain on Music, I got the answer. The child is building connections in the brain. In the sand box and in the swing, the child has not finished building the connections that the child knew needed to be made right then and there.
There was something else about Miss Twala that I noticed. She, more than her two sisters, wanted the experience in the sand box to be like it was the last time she was there. She connected the feeling of being in the sand box at the end of here play time with something special and absolutely necessary. The exploration for her had a sequence that meant something important.
I do not claim to understand what is going on in the child’s mind, but I did begin to watch for those times when the length of time and the sequence of exploration were important. And after much play, what I found totally surprised me. Miss Twala of all people said, “I’m done.” She completed whatever brain connection she was working on and was ready to go on to something else. The adults are jumping up and down in delight, “Wow. We get to go home now.”