The planets had aligned for me to teach the kiddos about the Wright Flyer and a bit about airplanes. Today is the anniversary of the first powered flight by Orville and Wilbur Wright on December 17th, 1903 making this the 111th year since. I got the right books and an easy craft set up. The craft was a diorama of a biplane flying across a blue sky with clouds, quite picturesque. Also very easy to put on a refrigerator, since I love giving children an abundance of things to clutter every surface of their homes. The parents are going to love me when they have a big box of this stuff to hold onto FOREVER. The thought reminds me of my own 30+ year old box at my parent's house that they so desperately want me to go through "one of these days."
To my dismay, there were only two children and one parent who showed up to my perfect aerospace story time. I got everything together and made a perfect combination for two children? Yes. Disappointed? A little. But, I made the choice not to take it to heart. It's almost Christmas and parents are doing last minute errands. Shopping for presents, writing cards, sending packages, and making swine selections. A dark, red smoked hickory or light and fizzy honey baked?
I was given the opportunity to sit down on the rug that I usually lord over to have a personal storytelling session with the two boys. It was close. It was intimate. It was fun. It was like reading to a couple of nephews. And, the carpet was a lot cleaner than I thought it was.
Since there were a craft kits a' plenty, I decided to make my own and draw, color, and glue with them. Mr. John gets to know them better, and they get to know Mr. John better too.
Failure is only measured by how much you neglected to learn, fail to act, and are unwilling to change your expectations.
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