It was about how fed up a mother was listening to her child harp on about super heroes so she decided to introduce him to a real life hero, Wangari and shared the book Wangari’s Trees of Peace.
Very commendable I thought, and I know I have always chosen for my own children and for the classes I teach, books that are real, that tell a story about real events in our lives, and there are loads of AMAZING authors out there.
But this happened to me;
When my child was 3 years old he joined Kids Love Soccer, he went twice a week and he loved it (except when they shouted, he had to “cover his ears” but I digress).
One day, when it was finished and I asked him if he had fun he said “no!”
I asked “Why? what happened?”
He said “they played a game and I did not know what it was about, I didn’t understand!!”
I asked him to try to explain the game to me,
I asked if it could have been Little Red Riding Hood?
“Yes!!” he was thrilled that I understood!
This is when I realised that in my Montessori”ness” I had steered him to “real” stories and he was totally lacking in a richness that pertained to his own culture, I had denied him this knowledge.
It was a gold mine for him.
He understood the difference between what was real and what wasn’t, and it opened the door to much discussion.
He developed into an avid reader who devours many different genres.
So, Fantasy and Imagination, I think both are completely relevant.
Empower the child