Listening

Somewhere beyond the end of this tree/balance beam/ table/long jump measurer is a gang of boys. I can hear them climbing something and working out how high they should jump from. The girls just behind me are using the roots of this tree to build an epic den. There's a little crew of boys and girls working hard to, I think, bury someone in leaves. I can't see any of them but they know I'm here. The teacher thinks I'm having an easy time, sat finishing dinner but I'm working hard, listening out for the subtle changes of tone, volume and language (and tell tale thud!) that suggest it's time to intervene. Building relationship with the children where they trust me and I trust them that this is ok has been 2 and a half days work. But this is the fruit, and it's great.