For the month of March , I will be participating in the Slice of Life Challenge (#sol19) sponsored by Two Writing Teachers. I will be slicing each day for 31 days inspired by my work as a literacy specialist and coach, my life, and my fellow bloggers.
Friday Follow(up) #sol19
March 22, 2019
He comes more willingly down. Eyes bright when they meet mine. A little more eager to find his book and his writing. A little less shy to ask if he can finish his chips or his cookies on the way down the hall. A little less defensive.
It’s been months since our get-togethers started. At first he would start each little time with I’m a really good reader.
Yes, I would say, I know you are. Doesn’t it help a little bit to have some quiet time to work on your reading and writing? I know it helps me.
He wasn’t buying it.
Then he rewrote his opinion piece… and he loved it. We typed it up. Can I take a copy of this home? he asked shyly. And one for my teacher?
We found a funny book we both loved, reading and talking about a chapter most days. That Sugar, she’s the kind of chicken that likes to be tricky.
But then just when everything was going smoothly, yesterday on his way out the door, we had this conversation.
This is the kind of work you can do when you’re reading. You’re the kind of reader who knows how have an idea about a character and then find evidence.
My teacher and I always work together.
This is the kind of work you’re ready to do on your own.
He stops in his tracks and turns to look me full in the face. I lean over so that our eyes meet.
My mom and dad think I’m really, really smart.
I also think you’re really, really smart kiddo(name withheld)
He smiled a little smile and was on his way.
But I wasn’t on my way. My heart ached and I felt sharp tears forming. Did he think he was coming to work with me because we (I) thought he wasn’t smart? This was terrible.
So today. I took a deep breath and went back to pick him up. I opened his classroom door and said, Why don’t you bring your writer’s notebook and your novel today?
He came willingly. He smiled up at me. We walked down to the literacy center talking about our day so far. When we sat down I asked him. Hey, kiddo (name withheld), I have been thinking about you telling me that your mom and dad think you’re smart yesterday. Why did you say that?
He turns. Those gorgeous brown eyes look at me with complete trust and honesty.
I just wanted you to know they think the same thing you do.
We smile at each other and get to work.
We are going to be just fine.