Children, fountain pens, and expressions of appreciation

Because you love it so much when I talk to you about it and because I love talking about it so much.
I'm back from my time at school. I have my little routine that begins by accompanying two children in writing words through play, through beauty: last week, they were lucky enough to have the beautiful fountain pens and to write on writing paper like I liked to collect when I was little; today, while painting on murals the words were drawn, next week they will be engraved in modeling clay and then the ball game will serve the learning later. I have as much fun as they do and each good word is applauded by my baby who comes and goes so many activities and beautiful children he can appreciate.
My gaze can then also rest on others reading in tandem, helping each other, on the sofa or on a mattress on the floor. This is the beautiful image that has always enchanted me.
Then I look at my Charles, so proud to play big brother with his little one, his teacher encourages him in this task. Then he will finish his book, he who does not like to write so much, probably because he finds this art a little more difficult, younger than the others because of the month of September. But never under pressure, always under encouragement, he is followed. So much so that today, during the healthy snack, everyone listened to him read his story and show his pictures. What touches me and which joins so much this vision that I had for this school which did not yet exist, while I imagined a place without desks, the children rather comfortable on the floor, with a teacher who encourages exchanges, natural light (as a bonus this morning, a beautiful vintage fir tree), stretching and taking the time, hands go up after the story told to say this: "Charles, what I liked is that we see that you applied yourself, your work was really well done, your drawings are beautiful, your sentences are complete and well written..."
How can we, at such a young age, express our ideas so clearly and exchange ideas in this way, without judgment, rather by valuing each other in front of others? I hadn't learned as much when I left Cégep.

Knowing oneself, recognizing, appreciating, not judging, expressing oneself, what important assets do our young people develop in a calming environment?

Does the absence of grades and exams play a role? And does this appreciation of expression that takes its time and space also count?

Charles accompanies me towards the exit, and we meet Hans, a different adult who is busy with his task, whom I greet with great warmth in my heart because I find him so beautiful and so important among the children, and so joyful when he participates in hockey games with them. AND my child validates how kind and appreciated he is. So I can't help thinking that we would benefit from having all these different adults among us, everywhere.