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Celebrating Wonderings

Celebrating Wonderings

Warning: this post is full of questions. No definitive answers, yet. Maybe never. This is an ongoing process. The answers change. The questions may stay the same. Either way, I’m on a constant search for improvement.



I’m currently wondering:

  • How to teach all that I know is important for the students I have this year. And, how to include my students in these decisions.
  • How to make sure I spend just the right amount of time conferring. 
  • How to listen more and talk less.
  • How to better honor student thinking. To understand without judging so all ideas are respected. 
  • Whether or not I’m making a difference in my students’ learning. How can I know for sure?
  • About the myriad ways that literacy and numeracy are connected, and can support and enrich each other.
  • How to be more patient with myself and my students. Less rushed. More in the moment.
  • How to be more efficient and effective with mini lessons. Conferring. Planning.
  • Why I’m still pondering these same issues year after year. 
Celebrating wonderings.


#celebratelu · my birthday

My Birthday – A Celebration

Today is my birthday.
Another year.
Another milestone.
A promise of changes to come –
transformational changes.
I can feel it in my bones.

My husband threw me a surprise lunch party.    
He invited some friends.
Friends he knew would count.
Would matter to me.

The food was delicious.
There was a lot of it.
And, it was gone in a flash!

Then, my daughters called
to tell me about my birthday present.
Drum roll, please: they will be coming for a visit!!!
I am beside myself!

What else could I want or need?
I have
good friends,
good food,
great conversation,
laughter,
love,
anticipation of great things to come,
a surprise visit from my daughters,
health,
peace.

This is what I’m celebrating today.

#celebratelu · grateful

Grateful?

“I am grateful.”

“Oh, no! Not another poem about being grateful?”
“Yes, what’s wrong with that?”
“Well, what’s wrong with that is that everyone writes a poem or a blog about being grateful when they have nothing else to write.”

“So what?”

“Well, you must have more important topics to blog about.”

“Uh. Yeah, I do. But…”

“But, what?”

“Well, it’s Sunday and I can’t think of anything to write about at the moment. It’s my second day of Spring Break.”

“Hmmm. Then, maybe you could write about that. What did you do today?”

“Not much, I stayed home all day. It has been raining again. We got up late because we went to a birthday party last night.”

OK. And, how was the party?”

“It was OK. At first I was kind of sad actually.”

“Why?”

“Because I hardly knew anybody there. I felt a little isolated. But, then…”

“Then, what?”

“Then, I just decided to dance and have fun and that’s what I did.”

“So, did you learn anything from that experience?”

“I think so. I remembered that I was there to celebrate a friend’s birthday and that it was OK that I didn’t know that many people. I was going to have a good time no matter what.”

“And, did you?”

“Yes. In the end, I did.”

“So, you’re grateful aren’t you?” said with a sly smile.

“I guess I am,” I say with a chuckle. “That’s really what it comes down to: being grateful for the little things that you didn’t even know you could be grateful for.”
#celebratelu · dreams

Dreams



Thanks Ruth Ayres for providing a space to make celebration a part of our weekly routines.


I celebrate dreams.

I don’t have a long term dream that recently came true to talk about here like in Ruth’s Dreaming Big post. (Congratulations, Ruth!). Instead, today I celebrate a multitude of dreams, past and present. My dreams have given me hope and kept me going even when they didn’t come true or didn’t turn out exactly the way I had envisioned them. To give up would have been the beginning of despair and the end of hope. I know this because I’ve been down that path before. Fortunately, I had the sense to turn around and start again. And again. And again.  

Without dreams, I wouldn’t have moved my family from the US to Ecuador then to Canada and back to Ecuador again. Or be thinking of doing it again!

Without dreams, I wouldn’t be pursuing my EdD, despite wanting to throw in the towel on more than one occasion. (Shoutout to my daughters, son and husband for believing in me and encouraging me not to give up.)

Without dreams, I wouldn’t be contemplating a change in the direction of my professional career. What that will be has not yet been revealed.

Without dreams, my husband and I wouldn’t have built our dream house. (Truly it is!) 

Without dreams, I wouldn’t be able to walk into my classroom, on those days when I feel like the worst teacher on the planet, to give it another go. (My mantra: it’s all about my students. Love them and enjoy them. It’s the best balm for a weary heart!)

Without dreams, I wouldn’t be able to set an example for my three children about what it means to live life with integrity and passion. (I am so proud of you!)

So, I am grateful for the having of dreams. 

Dreams that make life worth living. 

Dreams that may start out one way, but instead get us to places unforeseen and unimagined. 

I celebrate dreams, lots of them. Some accomplished and some still a little out of reach. 
I celebrate dreams. 

#celebratelu · #change · #time

Time

Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about the concept of time.

How fast it goes.
How there’s never enough of it.
How little reverence we have for time.
How we take time for granted.

And, I’ve been thinking about this because my oldest daughter just got married this summer. It seems like just yesterday when she was still a little girl, then an adolescent and, before too long, a freshman in college. So, every day now, I ask myself: where did the time go? Did I take advantage of time when my three children were little? Did I pay attention to what was important? Do I pay attention now?

It’s time to make a change. It’s never too late, right? We’re never too old to take the reins of time (life) in our own hands and steer our own course.

That’s what I’m doing when I search for other outlets to grow as an educator and a professional.

That’s what I’m doing when I push away my fears and commit myself to writing every day and to making it public.

That’s what I’m doing when I sit down with my children – online or in person – to truly listen to them without the myriad distractions that vie for my attention every day.

That’s what I’m doing when I turn towards my partner to talk about anything, rather than away from him to finish the week’s lesson plans, which are never finished anyway; they are always co-constructed in the classroom with my students. 

That’s what I’m doing when I admit to myself that time is an illusion we create to avoid facing ourselves.

That’s what I’m doing when I remember, again and for the last time, that what’s important are my students and not the next lesson in the writing unit. No one knows my students like I do. No one. 

That’s what I’m doing when I practice responsive teaching, rather than using metrics to determine next steps in my classroom.

That’s what I’m doing by writing this post, making it public, holding myself accountable to my own goals.

As for me, I celebrate change – a small movement forward – on a weekend morning.

Thanks Ruth Ayres for providing a space to make celebration a part of our weekly routines.