Watching the otters



At a weekend workshop on literacy tutoring, I learned that my Girl from the East has met most of the academic requirements for the completion of kindergarten. She will not even enter kindergarten until this fall. I wonder how her first year of formal education will play out knowing this?  Will she be too far ahead of her peers? Will things quickly equalize once she balances her academic skills with the rigors of a full day of school? Time will answer these questions.

Meanwhile, my days are spent keeping up with her hearty appetite for knowledge. I am not a Tiger Mom, as some of my friends teasingly have suggested. I just follow this child’s lead. I like to think she is my teacher as well.

Last week, on a rare warmish, sunny afternoon, neither of us wanted to go home after preschool.  I had a long list of to-dos that nagged at my conscience. My girl wanted to run in the wind and bask in the sunshine. What to do? We decided on a quick trip to the zoo.

After I flashed our membership card at the gate, I let Girl from the East decide our fate.

“Otters. Otters,” she begged.

We always end up in the otter house. Girl from the East has a fierce affection for the trio of rescued otters living at the Detroit Zoo. I never protest. The otter house is a nice refuge no matter what time of year. It’s quiet and naturally lighted by a bank of picture windows that overlook the otter’s watery, woodsy domain.

Otters are very much like my daughter. Well, except for the fish-, clam- and frog-eating tendencies. When the otters are sleeping, they are curled up, content and unmoving. When they are awake, they are in constant motion, leaping into and out of the water, gliding through the blue depths, and splashing in the falls until it seems they are on the brink of cardiac arrest.

Although I have never been able to capture it well either in still photography or on video, my Girl plays a game with the otter. As the otter swims to and fro on the watery side of the glass, my girl chases him back and forth on the viewing side of the glass. It seems as if the otter knows it’s being followed but cannot stop itself from repeating the pattern. This goes on almost endlessly.

On our last visit, this game of chase lasted for an hour. Then the docent nicely shooed us out of the building.  But before that happened, I was reminded that my life is too much like that otter. I’m racing back and forth in a crazed frenzy, unable to stop myself.

But my life is also not like the otter at all. The otter isn’t confused about what it is.  It eats, sleeps, poops, and plays just like an otter should. Nothing more. Nothing less. And that is just fine.

Lessons from my five year old. Lessons from an otter.

Otter and child on the move



8 thoughts on “Watching the otters

  1. DramaBoy is the youngest in his class but is right up there at the head of the class as well. He’s fortunate to have a teacher who is able to challenge him despite being advanced, and I’ve had no complaints at all. Besides, there’s a whole world of social learning to be done as well….

    Love this post!

  2. She will still need all the social learning that can only come from a kindergarten classroom full of her peers. Aren’t the otters great? They are also quite the show-offs at our zoo too.

  3. Molly: We are not interested in the whole skipping a grade thing, either. Novels and poetry in first grade? You must be so proud.
    TeacherMommy: Great to hear about DramaBoy.
    Kristy; I can’t wait to see what happens when she goes to school all day. Otters are cheap entertainment, for sure.
    Hippo Brigade: You always crack me up!

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