My daughter doesn't tell me much about what she does at school. She doesn't have to. The way forest school has impacted her is self-evident:
We've always been outside a lot, but now she can't get enough. When we come home from school, she hangs up her backpack and ventures right back outside. When outside, she climbs, climbs, climbs. Trees, rocks, gates... The confidence and strength she has developed is amazing.
She sings and rhymes; she says things like "you have to work hard on that", and wants to do everything herself. I love that she gives thanks after our family meals-- no prompting needed.
Her eyes, ears and nose are constantly engaged --she notices turquoise and pink sunset skies, smells skunks, loves the sound of leaves rustling under her feet, finds animal tracks-- from all those sensory experiences she weaves wonderful, whimsical stories. Now, in the middle of winter, she dreams of playing in the water on summer school days, she dreams of catching fish in the creek (when asked what she would do with the fish, she said, "Give him a kiss or maybe cook him up for dinner") and wonders how the trees can possibly have leaves again.
I look forward to experiencing that change of seasons with her, and for her to adventure through it with her friends and teachers at school. I'm glad we still have many more months of forest school ahead of us, so many wonderful days of playing outside, forming relationships with friends and nature, learning new things...
Maybe someday she'll tell me more about what she does at school, but, until then, I couldn't be happier simply experiencing it through her.
~ Parent of forest preschooler, Wild Roots Eastern Sierra