Yesterday a blissful recounting of simple days with my boys...today, an academic struggle to summarize my learning over three years in a powerful format. As one of my educational gurus asserts, 'we teach who we are'. Oh, Mr. Palmer, if only those five words were enough. Perhaps if I break it down to these questions, it will all become simpler: Who am I? How does that reflect in my teaching?
Who am I?
a lover of stories
a student in the school of creative play
a passionate voice
a compassionate heart
a nurturing soul
a libra in the constant act of balance
a mother full of joy, ache, hopes and dreams
a believer in community
a thinker. a writer. a doer. a reflector.
Yes, I teach who I am. It is all that I know.
As I grow, so do my students.
As they grow, so do I.
Every night I go to bed, I have thoughts swirling in my head. Things to do. Scrapbook pages I want to create. Gifts I want to make. Skills I want to learn. And, of course, daily happenings that I don't want to forget, but invariably will by tomorrow morning, only to pop up in a random thought weeks down the road. So, here I am. I may use this blog daily to empty my head and heart before cuddling up in my duvet, or as it may be, I may write in it once a month. Who knows. It is for me, but perhaps something I write or learn may spark a fire in someone else. Perhaps it may quiet a mind or make you feel like you are not alone out there. It is for me. But perhaps it is for you.