Ever have one of those moments where you look at what you’re doing and say, “This is why I do what I do!”? Thursday was that day for me.
As you know, this week was Gingerbread Week in after care. I tortured the whole school for two days as I baked a gingerbread town for the kids to decorate in after care on Thursday, which is our cooking day. I came into work ridiculously early on Thursday to make sure all of the pieces were baked, the frosting was made, and the candy was ready. At 3:15 the kids were dismissed to after care. Only, they weren’t dismissed to our usual space–they were dismissed directly to the teacher’s lounge/kitchen. As each child walked in, their eyes grew wide when they found the table…

We had a house, a post office (complete with post office drop box), a church, a school, and two trains. The kids could not wait to get started, but I needed to set the limits. So I sat them down away from the table and waited for quiet. I didn’t have to wait long; they were anxious to get started, but they knew that pushing my buttons wouldn’t get them there any faster.
They sat around the coffee table in the teacher’s lounge as I showed them the different pieces. I counted the kids–we had 13. That meant that they would mostly work in pairs, except there would be one group of three. Instead of having trouble finding that group of three, three kids volunteered right a way. Then, the rest of them split into pairs–the older kids generously offering to go with the younger kids, without me even having to ask. It was incredible to watch.
As they moved over to the table, I expected there to be bickering over who would do what, but there wasn’t. Instead, each group picked a project and sat down. Once everyone was seated and had some frosting, they got to work. I had expected at least some insanity as they fought over frosting colors and candies. Instead, I saw team-work and patience with each other. And they didn’t rush with their projects. They took their time. They wanted these done right.

And did it right, they did. About 20 minutes into the activity, I had tears in my eyes–tears of pure delight. I sent Little Miss Val to get our headmaster and lower school coordinator. I wanted them to see this moment. You teachers out there know, this is a difficult time of the year to engage the kids. We’re slightly over a week away from Christmas break. And, on Thursday, I had a couple of kiddos who are particularly hard to engage–and one of those had also had a very bad day. So, to look out at 13 kids working together to create the most awesome creation ever–supporting each other, being patient with each other, sharing, encouraging each other, and just being generally amazing kids? It was an amazing moment. Tears well in my eyes still now, just thinking about it.
For two hours they worked to decorate those buildings and then to set up the town. I don’t remember the last time we spent two full hours doing one activity. Granted, it was a many-stepped process, but it was still full of many fulfilling moments.
When the buildings and trains were completely decorated (and we were almost out of candy!), we stepped away from the table so I could clear it, and we could build GingerTown. At that point, I was again unsure how things would go. The table was kind of a mess. I prayed that the buildings would stay together as we moved them around. I would have hated for the kids to have put in that much work to have something fall apart.

I grabbed the trays, cleared the table, wiped it down, and laid out wax paper. Then the kids came back around the table to tell me how to set up the town. We set it up as a town square, with the school being the center focus. After the buildings were in place, the kids laid the “train tracks” (chocolate licorice), and I placed the trains down. Then they arranged the trees, people, snowmen, and a car. When everything was in place, it was time for the snow. I grabbed four bags of mini-marshmallows and the kids went to work to make it snow in GingerTown. At the end of after care, GingerTown was ready for its debut!
Welcome to GingerTown!

We have a school, a church, a post office, trains to get us around, and a house to go home to…

After all the kiddos went home, my bosses and I decided that “GingerTown” needed a more prominent home–so everyone could enjoy the creation. So, “GingerTown” has been moved to it’s temporary home–the display cabinet in the entry way of the school. “GingerTown” will be available for viewing there for the next week, and then it will go home with its new owner. See, we decided to do a silent auction for a permanent home for “GingerTown.” Someone needs to forever enjoy this wonderful artistic expression from my kiddos. I have never been more proud of them!