Pride Rock

Day 12 of #btbc16

Slice of Life #sol16

   She could almost touch the clouds.  They were big and fluffy, like balls of cotton stretched out by the wind that was pulling them along.  She sat up there on her rock, pride filling her.  Proud of her climbing skills.  Proud she had done it on her own, and now she was able to see the world from above.  It was big and beautiful from up there.  In her mind, she was a lioness straight from the Lion King.

    She climbed down from her mountain, and played like a normal kid at the park. No longer a lion cub, on Pride Rock, but now a 6 year old at the park with her family.  She went from monkey bars, to slides, to swings, laughing with joy and sometimes crying in frustration.  The sun was so bright she had to swing on her tummy to avoid it's brilliance.  She had to wait patiently (or not so patiently) for children to cross the monkey bars so that it would be her turn again.  Sliding down the slides with her brother, then racing back up again.  Park life on a summer day...

     It was then time to leave, and she wanted one last climb up Pride Rock.  She invited her Dad to join her, and they climbed confidently up the mountain and took their spot in the sun.  Her brother wanted to join them, too.  He ambled quickly up the rock, afraid of being left behind, to assume his position at their side.  Somehow, an elbow made contact with an eye, and by the time the camera was up for a picture of my lions the tears had started to fall.  They splashed down her face like a river would on the savanna itself, wild and salty and hot. Her hand went up to protect her eye from the bright sun, which now caused her pain.  The pride she felt about climbing was soon replaced by the hurt of being a kid.  Accidents happen, and happiness quickly turns to agony.

     Fortunately, her pride of lions took care of her.  Dad, putting his arm around her in comfort.  Brother, keeping his offending elbow far from her face.  Mom, googling "elbow to the eye" on her phone and getting her to the shade. Her pride took care of her, whether she was a true lion or not.  After a while, she could once again join her brother at the park.  Our little lioness was ready to roar once again, perhaps with a little more caution on the savanna this time.

Green Thumb Dreams

Day 5 of #btbc16
Slice of Life #sol16

          

     We were cleaning out our garage a few weeks ago, and my daughter found a Sox Fan sign my mom had given my husband for Christmas a few holidays ago.   She picked it up and demanded that we put it out.  I asked her where she thought a good spot to stick it would be.  

     "In the garden."

     Those words were just hilarious to me.  Our "garden" is a thin patch of dirt that runs parallel to our sidewalk leading to the front door.  The area has always been home to a few wandering weeds, and lots of unoccupied dirt.  But that was about to change.

     The truth is, my daughter has always had green thumb dreams.  For the last few Easters and birthdays, her basket has always come with watering cans, gardening tools, and cute gardening gear.  She even wore her newest gardening ensemble to the Arboretum.  But, she wants to wear it closer to home, in the the land where nothing grows but grass and trees, and a few random bushes.  Our landscaping is nonexistent, save for a few random plants that seems to pop up every year despite us.  My thumb is firmly peach.  

     I went to the store, and searched for seeds that could be in the shade and planted in the the summer.  I was actually rather proud that I, a non-gardener, thought to do that.  I also picked up the ones that were the bluest, as that is her favorite color.  I came how with the seed packets, and she got to work in her garden.  At first, it was a harvest of rocks and stones.

     A week or so later, and there are signs of life.  Some seeds have started to pop up through the barren dirt, looking for the sun.  And my daughter's smile started to grow right along with them.  Seeds of joy!  Let's just see if they survive in our non-landscaped environment. Only time will tell.  She better get those gardening tools handy, though  She has to work for that green thumb.

Reflections on #sol16

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Day 31

Reflections on a Month of Writing!

     I have come to enjoy the Slice of Life Challenge, because it has made me a {kind of} narrative writer.  Last year, I struggled with being a writer of slices of my life.  Reflections on school activities, or posts about reading topics have always been relatively easy for me to write.  Narrative, on the other hand, proved difficult.  I tended to write poetry as a quick solution.  I needed to practice the narrative genre as a writer.

     This year, my second attempt at Slice of Life, was much easier for me.  As soon as the month started, I started to "see" my world through more of a narrative lens.  On March 1st, I found myself looking at my windshield wipers and noticing the syncopated rhythm as they hit the windshield.  I noticed the small conversations I had with my children more, and saw the lessons they were learning. You see the world differently when you write stories.  It's a way I wish I saw the world all the time.  Close reading what matters is a gift.  

    This year, I also had the opportunity to work with students slicers in the month of March!  +Christine Flowers took on the challenge of blogging with her class every day, and I was able to work with them a few days a week as we worked on our writing.  Our slices were not always narrative slices, but they certainly increased their writing volume and voice and choice.  I worked with them on Small Moment Mondays, Finding a Story in a Picture Wednesdays, and Have an Opinion Thursdays. Mrs. Flowers blogged with them every day, and became a slicer herself in the process!  Here is her class's Kidblog!

https://kidblog.org/class/3fl-slices-of-life/posts

     What did the kids say about blogging?  We made a web of reasons we should keep blogging after April 1st, and this is what they had to say!  

     Thanks again, Two Writing Teachers, for hosting the challenge.  It was a great month for us all!

     

Our {Chalk} Message to the World

     We ended a month and a half long building focus as Teachers as Writers with staff chalk writing on our blacktop.   I will be posting more about our staff writing soon. But until then, let's just enjoy their message to themselves, our students, and to the world.

     On this particular day, I was late to school because of traffic, and it happened to be the day of the bombings in Brussels. I spent a long time in my car that morning, hearing the coverage of the terrible things that seem to happen in our world with more and more regularity.  On this particular morning, it was personally upsetting because my cousin and her family live there.  This time, I was worried about Michele, Adenilson, Coralee and Kian, as their city was on lock down due to terrorism.  And yet I had a building wide writing celebration to hold.

     Our staff chose their favorite pieces of writing from their personal writing this last month and a half, and shared it on the blacktop for the "world" to see.  Their message was powerful and optimistic, and filled with beauty and imperfection and hope.  The way they choose to see the world, as flawed as it sometimes it, was inspiring.  And just what I needed to read that morning.  

     As I snuck upstairs to open a window and take a collective picture from above, my phone buzzed with a Facebook notification that my family in Brussels was safe.  Yet, somehow I knew that already.

    Writing is powerful.  

    Words matter.

     On this day, they helped me see the light, even through the darkness.  Thank you, Hiawatha.

      What message do you want to share with the world?  Pick up a piece of chalk, or a pencil, or a computer, and share it.  Your words matter.

      

6 Pups, 2 Kids and a Couple of Big Wheels

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Day 29

     We decided to go to the park, since the sun was shining and the temps were pretty nice.  Finally! A day to get out and enjoy the outdoors again!  I told the kids to get their shoes and coats.  I guess that translated into "Find all the Paw Patrol pups you can and bring them to the park."  Suddenly we were fighting about who was going to bring which pup.  I gently reminded them that last summer, we lost a pup at the park.

     "Oh yeah!  Chase!  I remembered that I buried him now.  Let's go rescue him, pups!"

     Oh boy.  Tears would be up ahead.  

     They loaded onto their big wheels, which seem to have shrunk over the winter.  My son's legs couldn't have gotten longer, because that would mean he's getting older.  That's impossible.  The big wheels took off, headed into the sun towards the park.

    Middle schoolers were also there, making bad choices.  We headed to the next park, making those big wheels travel even farther into the sun.  This is foreshadowing...

     We arrived at the park, the beautiful park.  And my kids spent the whole time yelling at each other.  So, I played with their pups.  Our first grade team just studied shadows, so they were my inspiration.  I even got the picture below before my son rolled over the pups with his big wheel.  Lucky me.

     We started back towards home, and stopped at the previous park (which was now middle schooler free).  My daughter started digging in the wood chips and was surprised that she couldn't make too much progress.  Her fingers were cold, and she claimed she needed supplies.

    "Let's go home and get a shovel, Mom.  We need to rescue Chase."

    "Um, no.  Let's go.  I'm cold."

     Tears.

     We arrived at home still missing a Chase, but all the rest of the pups were accounted for.  So much sunshine and tears were had by all.  I did give high fives all around, though, because it was the first time we went to the park that didn't end with me carrying a big wheel home.  Perhaps they are growing up after all.  Sigh.

Prayer, Sugar, and Bunny Ears

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Day 28

Easter was here, and brought joy in the form of prayer, sugar, and bunny ears.  What remains?

Random pieces of Easter grass litter the ground.

Opened plastic eggs lay, discarded, on the floor.  

Chocolate bunnies in a box, all hollow inside, waiting for someone to open them.

Beautiful bonnets tossed aside.

Easter is over, but hopefully the message remains.  

For now, the clean up begins...

The Easter Bunny

#SOL16

Day 27

     The eggs were boiling, and my daughter kept impatiently asking me if they were ready yet.  She really wanted to turn her eggs into pirates, thanks to our decorating kit.  Like, right now.  In an attempt to distract her, I asked her to put something away from the kitchen table.  As I glanced to the table, I saw it through the window!  The Easter Bunny!

     "Look!  It's the Easter Bunny!  Right in our backyard!"  

     We both ran to the sliding glass door and looked into the yard.  We decided to feed him, but there were no more carrots in the fridge.  So, we decided to see if he likes strawberries.  We picked a few out of the container and slowly opened the door.  I gently tossed them into the grass near him.  Sadly, that seemed to scare him away.

    Hop.  Hop.  Hop.  Away ran the Easter Bunny.

     Later, as we were decorating our eggs, the kids started talking about the things they hope to find in their basket on Easter.  I reminded them that a little bunny can't carry anything major.  Their baskets would most likely be small.  That's when my daughter assuredly said, "No, Mom.  The REAL Easter Bunny is a man in a bunny suit, like at the mall.  He can carry big stuff."

     Kids.