the 100 is there

Yes ... the 100 is there ....
Please let me know if you know this
Malaguzzi poem .... ????

The Hundred Languages of Children
No way.
The hundred is there.
The child is made of one hundred.
The child has a hundred languages
a hundred hands
a hundred thoughts
a hundred ways of thinking
of playing, of speaking.
a hundred, always a hundred
ways of listening
of marveling, of loving
a hundred joys
for singing and understanding
a hundred worlds to discover
a hundred worlds to invent
a hundred worlds to dream.
The child has a hundred languages
(and a hundred hundred hundred more)
but they steal ninety-nine.
The school and the culture
separate the head from the body.
They tell the child to think without hands
to do without head
to listen and not to speak
to understand without joy
to love and to marvel
only at Easter and Christmas.
They tell the child
to discover the world already there
and of the hundred
they steal ninety-nine.
They tell the child
that work and play
reality and fantasy
science and imagination
sky and earth
reason and dream
are things
that do not belong together.
And thus they tell the child
that the hundred is not there.
The child says
“No way – The hundred is there.”
Loris Malaguzzi
(translated by Lella Gandini)

It is a favourite of mine ....
I taught Art in Early Childhood
& Lower Primary for over 10 years ...
.... ideals embedded in my heart!
I thought this appropriate for my 100th ...
I need to offer more experiences to Oscar ....
...Love him so much!
Look what I found this week - a trip to the post office
means we also visit the Salvo's ... oh what joy!