20 minute writing about moments that came to mind.
The Ordinary becomes Spectacular!
in the classroom and in my home
that make life
so enormously special.
is my passion? How
can I spark
fuels the energy to keep going.
In moments of passion,
my heart thrives… reflects… adjusts….
In the moments when the ordinary becomes spectacular,
my heart soars.
How can I keep
the passion going?
When I’m tired,
am I passionate? Does
my passion weary?
I must not!
Love Ruth’s post!
for each day of teaching,
I begin my slice today by saying, “Thank you.” Thank you to everyone who has commented on my blog. After posting yesterday’s slice about a mother’s private vent, I began to second guess myself. I wondered if I really should have posted something so personal, so raw, so real.
But after reading the comments, my heart has been encouraged. Each comment was different and refreshing. For some, the slice reminded them how important conferencing is. For others, their thinking stated the thoughts I pondered. I have much appreciation for the comments shared on each of my posts. Each comment provides an important reflection that propels me into better teaching (and mothering).
I end by saying, “Thank you.”
Thanks to my dear friend, Ruth Ayres of TwoWritingTeachers, writing has become a necessity again. We have shared ideas over many miles of traveling together to meetings. Reflection has been so helpful. I can process with a friend who shares the same beliefs and extend my thinking just by talking. So many times as Ruth would be talking or I would be sharing, a ‘awe haw’ moment would happen.
Now, thanks to my other dear friends: Tammy, Tam, and Ruth, my writing is being spurred on. I have an accountability with encouragement. Even when time elapses between posting, my writing group gives me energy and support to keep going – through the tough spots. I’m the hardest on myself, so it’s great to receive feedback within my trusted group.
It’s a snowy morning again and my first thought was “I have to write.” I need to get another book posted and finish my letter. I’m glad for these mornings with extra time to think and write. But more so, I’m glad for my writing group. I can hear their cheers and questions, and laughs and comments.
It’s Friday afternoon and the clock says 3:50 p.m. The students have been gone for over forty minutes. The teacher day ended thirty minutes ago. I’m still here. It’s quiet. Yes, quiet. How often is it quiet at school? I savor these moments. I’m reflecting on my day. Here are a few of my delights today.
Angie stopped and said, “You’ll love this. I just had to tell you. Raymond (a second grader) came in today saying, ‘That Mrs. G. She has me hooked on these books and that’s all I can do is just read, read, read.'” A surprise indeed as Raymond avoids reading at all costs.
Tyler, a fourth grader, saw me in the hallway, waving a paper at me. “I just stopped by to see you,” he said smiling. “I want you to read my writing.” I smiled. Was I really hearing my ears? Tyler avoids writing at all costs. Tyler followed me into my office and handed me his paper. The smile on his face showed me how proud he was of it. “After I give this piece to my dad, he’ll probably want another one.”
Samantha, a second grader, walked in quietly. She visited me just a week ago for the first time. I was surprised to see her, as she is shy. “Hi Samantha, how can I help you?” I asked, already knowing what her heart desired.
“I returned your books. They were really good. Do you have any more books I could read?” she stated whispering, looking around at the bookshelves.
I smiled. “What do you have in mind?” We then found two books that appealed to her.
Quiet moments. I appreciate the time to reflect. I’m able to pause and enjoy the specialness of the day. Children, they’re worth it!
Slice of Life Challenge hosted by TwoWritingTeachers
I remember my senior year of high school. I was sitting in government class when my name was called over the loud speaker to come to the Principal’s office. The Principal’s office? I remember wondering. I immediately began worrying – what did I do? I had never been to the Principal’s office and here I was going. I did my best to listen in school and was respectful to my teachers. I was quiet (yes, for those of you who know me, I really was). I was unsure and always questioning myself.
So walking down the stairs and heading to the Principal’s office, my heart pounded. What are mom and dad going to say? I racked my brain and still could not think of anything that I had done wrong. The secretary saw me enter, smiled softly and said to go on in to the Principal’s office. I hesitated for just a moment – oh, no! Something horrible has happened to mom or dad. I bet someone is in the hospital, a car crash. Unpleasant thoughts went through my head during those few seconds.
Turning the nob, I entered. I stopped almost immediately and then became puzzled. What was Kevin doing in here? A class mate of mine who I had in several classes, Kevin was smiling – smiling. I wondered why we were here together. Even then, I did not get a clue that something good might be happening.
I sat down. Mr. B said, “Well, I want to begin by congratulating you both on an honorable job you have done here at SCHS. I’m proud to know that you have the qualifications to become whatever you want to be. SCHS is proud of you.” I remember smiling politely, but still being confused. It’s comical looking back.
Mr. B continued, “I want to be the first to congratulate you, Kevin, on becoming the class valedictorian. And you, MaryHelen, on being the class salutatorian.” Kevin was grinning from ear to ear. Me, I was just re-leaved. I was re-leaved that I wasn’t getting a detention or that my parents weren’t in a car wreck or any other horrible thought I had been having.
Salutatorian. Salutatorian??? “Oh, thank you,” I managed to say. Because my heart still was racing, my enthusiasm was not at it’s height at that moment. Who would have thought that I was being called in for an honor? I learned a lesson that day. I needed to be looking at the full side of the glass, not the empty part.
Slice of Life Challenge hosted by TwoWritingTeachers
Today, I read a SOL called Write Your Heart that Lynelle posted on her blog A Writer’s Life. It sparked an idea for my Slice of Life today. (Thank you, Lynelle for your comment).
I have been reflecting so much more this week since I have begun the SOL Challenge. I enjoy writing stories and my thoughts; I want to hold the moments for my family and students. By nature, I am reflective. I notice my surroundings and comment in my head. This SOL challenge has pushed me to write those thoughts down more often.
Why is it that we become so busy and distracted to write? Just like anything, planning is the key. Making time in my day to write: to capture my thoughts, to hold my wishes, to write what is important to me. Isn’t that what we ask our students to do?