Nicholas, a cheerful three-year-old, had cried every day at snack time for a week. Because he had spilt a pitcher of water on the snack table, Nicholas refused to try to pour himself a drink of water. Efforts to encourage Nicholas to pour an eight-ounce pitcher were met with tears. “I can’t. I’ll spill and make a mess, and everybody will be mad at me.”
Pouring water in a Montessori classroom is a critical skill because so many other lessons involve water or pouring, such as hand washing, table washing, and cloth washing, to name a few. Nicholas had such a fear of failure at pouring, that I didn’t know how to get him over this obstacle.
In the middle of the night, when most inspiration seems to arrive, I had an idea.
The next morning, I told my classroom assistant that I was going to give a cloth-washing lesson and in the process “accidentally” spill a large pitcher of water. Could she encourage children to set up away from my presentation area to avoid more chaos than necessary?
During the lesson to an older student, I “tripped,” and a half-gallon of water rushed over the hardwood floors. “Oops,” I laughed, surveying the water. “It’s okay. I will clean it up. It’s just water.”
To my surprise, Nicholas arrived, mop in hand, asking if he could help me.
“That would be lovely,” I replied.
Nicholas and I mopped and dried the floor, checking that every drop was gone, so our friends wouldn’t slip on a wet floor. We laughed and sang, “…down came the rain and washed the spider out. Out came Nicholas to dry up all the rain…”
“When a big person spills, it’s a big spill,” I joked with Nicholas.
Mike, a four-year-old walked up and said, “See, Nicholas, I told you it’s okay to make a mistake at school.” Nicholas broke into a wide grin and turned to put the mop away.
Later that morning, Nicholas came to me. “Ms. Maren, did you spill that water just for me?”
“What do you mean, Nicholas?”
“Did you spill it to make me feel better?”
Now it was my turn to feel as though a bucket of water had just dumped over my head, like in the old 70’s Laugh-In Show. Sock-it-to-me. I thought I was a better actress that that. I imagined myself to be more convincing to a three-year-old.
“Thank you, Ms. Maren. I’m not scared to pour anymore.” Nicholas gave me a hug.
“You’re welcome, Nicholas.” I took a deep breath.