So. Hmm. Well.
My class. They keep me busy.
Some things, we are working on. Really working on. On a daily basis. Transitions. Listening. Stamina. Did I mention transitions?
Every week I have some new ideas. Some work. Some, not so much.
I keep trying.
Yesterday, I had a late afternoon walk in the sunshine and thought about all that is working. Some things really are. Today, these things are my celebration. I am counting them up and holding them close. These things. My students. Day by day, we are moving along. It is worth being excited about. We need to stand tall and proud in the land of what we can do and know that it is also what we love.
And so I celebrate: What’s working?
Building challenges. A small group that I select and a bin of materials. New people to learn from, negotiate with, be inspired by. Building structures and building community. They think the first one is the task, I know it is all about the second.
Poetry books. Echo reading. Choral reading. A booklet in our book box that we can read together with smiles and read to an adult with confidence. Our current favourite poet? Dennis Lee
Movement breaks. With silly sounds I make up on the spot. The sillier, the better. We totter and balance and swoop about and ready ourselves for more of the day. Exercise is energizing.
#Pcturebookaday And voting for our favourites. This week we visited previous Caldecott honour and medal winners. So much fun to share King Bidgood’s in the Bathtub! by Audrey and Don Wood
Buddy Reading Always a huge success! We host the kindergarten class. The room is noisy, full of language and proud, engaged little readers.
Art A few months in and we are taking risks. Persevering. Celebrating. The room is filling up with our efforts. (The stack of birds above is also a recent student art piece 🙂 )
And when I really need proof, I remember that one Friday afternoon this was left on the board.
Thank you to Ruth Ayres and the #celebratelu community!
Being part of a community that regularly shares gratitude and celebrations truly transforms my weeks.