We are an alternate school and part of what we believe is finding ways to listen to and live alongside each other. Around here, we hope everyone finds a sense of belonging so that everyone is able to say, in some way, I’m here.
The morning after we read Reynolds’ book, before I arrived at school, I messaged friends and colleagues. I asked folks to make a paper airplane, to toss an air plane and then to share that moment.
Many people ignored my request. Many people responded with a LOL. A few people grumped out a response.
I few folks wondered about the purpose of my request. At the end of the day I shared that we had been reading Reynolds’ books as part of the author share with the Global Read Aloud.
I didn’t share our connection with #GRA14 until the end of the day. This was deliberate.
I wanted to see who would find a way to connect without an academic link. I reached out through trust and joy in play and hoped others might speak this same language.
I like when the world smiles. Does there need to be a better reason to toss a plane?
But that was my cover story.
The night before my sister, my mom and I had an hour long conference call organizing our schedules around Mom’s surgery. We organized her time in recovery, our days off, coordinated our time with Dad, and the if-than conversations that followed. It was a tough call. My heart hurt up inside under my arms in an aching sort of spin. I scheduled and organized and listened. Nothing seemed grounded.
In the morning I wondered how to make my smoothie, plan for the substitute and craft coherent field texts. I wanted to share. Yet, I really didn’t want to either.
I wanted to find a way.
I wanted to find a way, a way to between you and me. A way to smile. A way to take that big big deep breath. A way to hope.
There’s a way you know.
The air planes keep coming in…
Finding a way between the living & telling and the reliving & retelling.
What if I had made explicit the purpose of hope, would others have shared? What if I had added the #GRA2014 hashtag, would others have been keen to share? Would you?
For all those educators (and you are the best of the best, the ones who speak the language of the heart) who pulled their kids into gymnasiums and made and tossed and shared, thank you; I’m here.
For all my friends who made and tossed and giggled and wrote poetry and shared; I’m here.
And for our kids. Our kids. Who read and wondered and shared stories and picked their colours and ran fingers along creases and decided to move outside and tossed and tossed and laughed and laughed, their first ever planes …We’re here.
I am so honoured.