“Come on I have a game to teach you. Sit on the floor here with me.”
They grudgingly came and sat down as I announced that we were going to play Rhythms.
“Rhythms? What’s that!” one boy whined.
“I’ll teach you this will be fun.”
“The goal of this game is that you want to be #1. I will be the first #1 and you want to get me out of my spot by getting me to call off the wrong number or not being in rhythm.” I explained.
I proceeded to show them how to hit their folded legs with their hands, then clap, then snap, snap. They had great difficulty getting their hands to cooperate – they immediately wanted to give up.
As I snapped my right thumb and middle finger I called “Number One.” Then I snapped my left fingers and called “Number Four.” Maurice was Number Four and he called out “Number Four” but couldn’t get someone else’s number out in time.
“This is BORING” Maurice complained and the other three chimed in “BORING!”
I insisted that they could do this, I insisted it wasn’t boring – the complaints continued.
I praised them for their effort and promised it might take time but if we worked at it they would get it. As much as I insisted that they could do this they insisted that this was BORING and we should stop, “Can’t we just play a game on the computers,” they begged.
“No! You are going to do this,” I continued to insist.
Then suddenly something happened, suddenly their hands and fingers did what they wanted them to do. Suddenly they were calling out the numbers – SUDDENLY I GOT OFF RHYTHM and had to go to the end of the circle. Raymond moved into the Number One spot.
The next thing we knew we were being called in for Family Time – the closing of the day.
I will forever remember as they headed out the door,