Last week, a little one announced, “I hate reading.” I wasn’t about to pass up that challenge!

We sat together in my office, surrounded by my book collection. I pulled Press Here from the shelf. As I read to her, the interactive nature of the book worked its magic. “Press here and turn the page.” After turning that very first page, she looked up at me with curiosity, her sour face quickly vanishing. “Great! Now press the yellow dot again.” The quizzical looks continued page after page. Sure enough, a few pages later, “I like this book!”

I doubt she reversed her opinion about reading in that one short exchange, but it’s a start. I will continue to share my favourites with her in an attempt to nurture a positive relationship with books. Little did she know: she made her declaration to the wrong person!

If you don’t know this book, be sure to check out the book trailer… Press Here. I would bet there is a little one in your life who will enjoy this read, reluctant reader or not!

 

As I walk from class to class, I see magic within each room: teachers have created cohesive classroom families in a few short weeks. I see students excited about learning, students in prayer for their family and friends, students welcoming others new to the school.

Teachers certainly have tricks to their trade. They are deliberate and often subtle but the effects are magical. It is not easy uniting 24, 26 or 28 students, ensuring that each feels valued as an individual while still creating a strong collective group. But that is what our teachers do. Day in and day out.

“The influence of teachers extends beyond the classroom, well into the future. It is they who shape and enrich the minds of the young, who touch their hearts and souls. It is they who shape a nation’s future.” F. Sionil Jose

As the school doors open tomorrow morning, there will be hugs exchanged, smiles shared and the learning will continue, seemingly with little effort. Pure magic.

Last week on an early morning drive to work, the sunrise was vibrant pink behind me. Ahead, a rainbow led my way. It too was pink in the morning sky. This small surprise was a welcome start to my day.

Small surprises are a common occurrence in an elementary school! In fact, they’re the reason I love working with students of this age. We’ve only had four days with the kids back in the building. Yet each day, we are privy to small surprises because of what our students say or do. From the missing Kindergarten student who turned out to be one of mistaken identify… to the student who exclaimed, “I missed you most of the summer”… to the student who announced after three days of grade one, “Now I’m ready for grade two.”

I’m not sure what tomorrow will bring, but I am sure there will be a surprise or two!

It is the eve of the first day of school. Across the city there are jitters and nerves as reality sets in: summer is officially over and a new school year begins. And if teachers are feeling jitters and nerves, imagine the students!

Our district theme this year is A Journey of Love. The more I think about it, the more appropriate I think it is. If our students know we love them – that we truly care – all else will follow. Tomorrow, as students meet teachers and teachers meet students, together they begin a ten month journey. The next few days set the stage for a positive, productive relationship. The journey of a school year may not always be easy, and there will certainly be struggles along the way, but together, obstacles are overcome and goals are reached.

Whether you are a first year teacher, a veteran, or anywhere in between, there is likely a jitter or two as our heads fall to our pillows tonight. Just think how dashing you’ll look in your new school outfit… come on, you know we all have one…

Wishing all of you a school year filled with triumph, joy and most of all, love.

We’ve reached the home stretch! On Friday we will say good-bye to another group of grade six students and several staff members. All of these individuals have put their stamp on our school by the very nature of their being.

The same is true for all of us. Simply by being ourselves, we influence those around us. The imprint of this year is unique. We have laughed together, learned together, cried together, grown together. We have had a successful year because of the individuals that make up the collective. Next year will be different still.

As we say good-bye to those leaving our building, we give this advice: In a world where you can be anything, be yourself. Be the best version of yourself.

You will be missed.

The other night I saw a flock of birds: circling, diving and gliding in unison in the middle of a downpour with lightning flashing in the sky above. I admire their persistence despite the storm.

It’s hard to believe we’ve hit the home stretch. As teachers we know this is the busiest time of the year. If those birds cannot only survive but also seemingly enjoy the stormy skies, surely we can survive and relish in the hectic nature of these last days of the school year.

Be attentive for unexpected pleasures… we just don’t know what each moment might bring!

 

I know kids whose parents bring them breakfast in bed, every day. I know kids whose parents rescue them at the slightest sign of a hangnail. I know kids who are never told ‘no’ by their parents.

I don’t envy these kids. They’ve been given the message that their world will be roses. They’ve been led to believe that society revolves around them and that decisions will always be made in their favour.

And yet, when I think about the times in my life that I didn’t get my way, I realize it is precisely those times that made me who I am today. It’s hard to develop integrity, empathy, perseverance and patience when the answers are always yes.

In the course of my day, sometimes I have to say ‘no’ to kids or to parents. That’s when I remind myself that my job is not to make everyone happy. My job is to make the decisions best for the children in my care. Sometimes, the short term disappointment leads to benefits we can’t anticipate.

As Vivian Greene once said, “Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass… it’s about learning to dance in the rain.”

Why is it that we chose this profession? Surely it is not so we can disseminate information to children? To be carriers of curricular knowledge? Doubtful. We chose to be educators because of the influence we have in the lives of children. For many of us, there was an adult who had this same influence on us when we were young, drawing us into this profession of care.

I recently heard Bishop Motiuk speak about Pope Francis. As we left for the afternoon, he challenged us to, “Go be Pope Francis.” Go out and live the gospel. Go and add a smile and some warmth to someone’s day. Do what is right even when no one is looking.

Each day we teach our students. Some lessons can be found in the curriculum. Many more though are incidentals: timely life lessons taught day in and day out. Lessons about fairness and patience, cooperation and care, humility and hope. With Pope Francis as our guide, we reach out to those who need us most. In his words, “Help one another. This is what Jesus teaches us. This is what I do. And I do it with my heart.”

You know the kind of laughter – the giggles really – that come all the way from the toes, cause full body vibrations and seems to be uncontrollable? That contagious type that gets the whole room going? I had the pleasure of seeing an-almost-10-month-old in this state on Saturday. She full on giggled for almost an hour and had the rest of us going too.

Last week on supervision, two grade two students were walking with me. One was telling me about her older sister who had been injured the day before and required stitches. The other, for reason unknown to us, decided to make up a song about it to the tune of 5 Little Monkeys Jumping on the Bed. The three of us walked for 15 minutes, giggling as she created and sang verse after verse based on the story her friend was telling. Our own private show.

Andrew Carnegie once said, “There is little success where there is little laughter.” Whether we laugh at home or at work, laughter adds a lightness to what we do. When we can find pleasure in the company of those around us, each day is a little more fun and really, a little more productive. Laughter is the outward sign of happiness and the sharing of laughter an intimate act.

Wishing you a week with laughs…

I recently heard someone talking about baking oatmeal cookies. He listed all sorts of necessary ingredients: flour, oats, baking soda, eggs, butter.

Sugar was not on his list. Oatmeal cookies, he noted, don’t need sugar. Yet when we choose to add sugar, the cookies are a whole lot tastier. An oatmeal cookie without sugar is like our world without the arts.

Whether it be watching a movie, visiting a gallery, listening to music or going to live theatre, these events are the sugar in our-otherwise-oatmeal-cookie-lives. Just imagine the world without the likes of Elton John, Picasso, Van Gogh, Mozart or Steven Spielberg. The arts can provide a little sweetness… a little indulgence… a little fun… a little beauty. Bring on the sugar!