Fourteen years ago, daylight savings time was the first weekend in April. I know this because I was in the hospital in labor waiting my first baby. We arrived at the hospital at midnight and labor went very quickly. I didn’t have any drugs so labor was rather intense. I remember looking up at the clock during a contraction and the minute hand spun around the clock quickly. I thought I was losing my mind it hurt so badly. It was just the hospital clock “springing ahead.” My son arrived two hours later. Isn’t it amazing how our minds blurs that waiting time for us. I didn’t tell anyone at the time of my worry about the clock spinning. There are so many crazy worries those first few days. I think it was later in the week when we arrived home and the clocks were wrong that I realized what I had witnessed and knew it wasn’t just a pain crazed hallucination.
I live Sunday as a day of rest and restoration. I prepare for the week ahead with hope, joy, and anticipation. The restorative part of my day may come from family, friends, or even time alone to reflect and look forward with optimism. I need this day to “fill me up” again and repair my veneer from last week’s comments, disappointments, and disheartening events from the classroom. As teachers, we often lack the tangible view of our work. Are our encouraging words tucked away to use later? Do the words, “We’ll try again tomorrow,” really instill hope or the agony reflected back from their faces? As a class read aloud we read Wonder. The words, “Choose Kind” are above the board. I get discouraged when that is not what I see in my students. Sunday is my time to restore my own hope and belief that the words and actions I model do matter. As part of my master’s work I was assigned the following video. I feel restored. Writers, it’s long, but even only watching 12 minutes you will feel better.
Everyday is new.
Good Morning Writers!
Saturday mornings are supposed to be for sleeping in. I think my excitement for the Slice of Life writing equaled those feelings of the first day of school. Excitement, anticipation, hope, and nervousness. It was hard to fall asleep last night thinking about how will I make sure I post each day and also allow enough time to read others and comment. I tossed and turned. Finally at 5 am I got out of bed. Many ideas went through my head on what to write about today. I am looking forward to improving my craft of writing and, excited for my students as writers as well. Today, we all begin a month of working toward living life as a writer.
The internal dialogue or argument in my head to try to go back to sleep. I wanted to enjoy sleeping in. No hurry to get ready and prepared for school, no hurry for breakfast and dishes, no hurry to be in the car and on our way. Lying there, telling myself to go back to sleep, I started thinking about what to write. Should I retell the story about the field trip to the circus, do I want to write about Conner’s words, “It’s both happy and sad,” when he was talking to Mrs. Bloomquist, how about the tangled feelings during our PBIS celebration that were supposed to feel “zen” and were far from it. My list kept growing and I couldn’t decide. I thought about Julian in Twerp and his need to write to Mr. Selkirk. I decided to get up and write. It does help us organize and prioritize our thinking. I have jotted my ideas in my notebook so that on days when I am struggling for an idea, I can think back to this morning when I had so many, I couldn’t sleep.