Tuesday, September 29, 2015
Adventures in Writing
This is exciting and scary. I keep reminding myself that we ask kids to do scary things all.the.time. Much in the way that I strongly believe the world would be an altogether more lovely place if EVERYONE on the planet had to spend some time waiting tables and school administrators would be stronger collaborative partners with classroom teachers by spending some time in the classroom as a substitute on the regular, I believe that those of us who are continually requiring students to stretch themselves to grow ought to practice what we preach. Thus, my enrollment into my MOOC.
I've been completing the assignments. I've been pushing myself out of my comfort zone. I've been opening my writing up to critique from other writers. I am anxious about how my writing will be received. Our kids are, too.
Sometimes I'm so tired at night when I finally have a moment to sit down and make time to write that I feel like all my creativity has already beat me to the bed. Our kids feel that, too.
I have looked at a prompt with wide blank eyes, not even sure I actually understand it, much less have anything whatsoever worth saying. Sometimes our kids do, too.
Comparison may be the thief of joy, but she certainly is no stranger to me. I read the work of others and find myself worrying that I will never measure up. Our kids feel that way, too.
With all that said I'm having a ball, y'all. I love writing. I love learning. I love growing.
Know what? Our kids do, too.
Let's all work to keep that in mind--not to make smooth the road before them--we all have our paths to walk in life and learning to measure those bumps in the road evens up our rough edges and ultimately make us who we are-- but rather to show compassion, grace, & mercy--especially in the difficult times when those roads that must be traveled are twisting and turning and filled with brambles.
We are encouragers. We are cheerleaders. We are students ourselves.