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when you thought I wasn’t looking

There is a lovely poem out there, with many adaptations all over the Internet, called “When you thought I wasn’t looking” by author unknown.

When you thought I wasn’t looking,
I saw you hang my first painting on the refrigerator,
and I wanted to paint another one.

When you thought I wasn’t looking,
I saw you feed a stray cat,
and I thought it was good to be kind to animals.

When you thought I wasn’t looking,
I saw you make my favourite cake for me,
and I knew that little things are special things.

When you thought I wasn’t looking,
I heard you say a prayer,
and I believed that there was a God to talk to.

When you thought I wasn’t looking,
I felt you kiss me goodnight,
and I felt loved.

When you thought I wasn’t looking,
I saw tears come from your eyes,
and I learned that sometimes things hurt,
but it’s alright to cry.

When you thought I wasn’t looking,
I saw that you cared,
and I wanted to be everything that I could be.

When you thought I wasn’t looking,
I looked….
and I wanted to say thanks for all the things
I saw when you thought I wasn’t looking.

It popped into my head today because I was able to catch some fantastic moments of pure joy, experimentation and learning πŸ™‚

I love seeing children continue on with something after I’ve left. This young man was trying to use the baseball bat on small balls and hitting more ground than ball. So I quickly grabbed a planter pot and a larger ball to create a larger area to aim for and a more ergonomic height. He picked up what steps he needed to do to return the ball and off he went πŸ™‚ It’s wonderful to see children continuing on with something they love.


I soon noticed our climbing frame the happy home of our small balls, with no one in sight.

The mystery was resolved when a few boys trotted over from the tossing game with the last of the balls in their scoops. These scoops came out of a board game that had lost many of its pieces and had to be tossed. I couldn’t bear to throw them out and wasn’t really sure where they belonged, so put them into our home corner. Turns out the kids know how to connect the different areas together quite successfully without me πŸ˜‰

The music pole has being seeing visits from a variety of kids who tend to treat it fairly well. Today this young man took it upon himself to extend his interest in the xylophone keys into creating a drum beat on a pile of plastic stepping-stones.

The next time I looked he’d set up a whole drum kit and was gaining interest from some peers. ‘Twas music for my ears and eyes.

I just realised this post has all boys in it! Considering the class is at least two-thirds girls, I better keep anΒ  eye on how my little ladies are going about things!