Lately my toddler is talking in shapes. He notices the sides (or non-sides) of things, the angles, and forms that surround him. He names them by color or geometric pattern, and places them in his memory, calls them out when he sees a familiar four-sided, three-sided, eight-sided thing. He sees the shapes I’m sometimes too busy to notice. He’s close to the floor or climbing, or riding in the car just looking and thinking. What else is he supposed do other than notice things, piece together this puzzle in his head with this infinite all around him?
The other day he wondered about these silver squares. “A square and a square and a square,” he said, “one, two, three, four…” I thought about what it’s like to discover something new, to see your reflection in those dozens of silver squares face up on the floor, to find it more interesting than the shiny blue car and the purple block, to notice that the purple and silver have something in common. Watching his wonder, I found myself wondering too.
Do not erase the designs the child makes in the soft wax of his inner life. –Maria Montessori