Today was field day. Wow. It was good, it was bad, and at times, yes, it was ugly. The funniest story of the day, though, did not come during field day, but during the spelling test. I gave the words, and came to the word 'father.' I gave the instruction something like this: "Number four...father." And from the back of the room, comes the still, small voice, that makes me love my princes and princesses, crazy as they are.
"Luke...I am your father..."
I couldn't discipline for laughing! And that's how it should be. Every once in a while, a kid needs to take a risk on a joke he thinks might be good, thinks might be there, thinks might be worth it. And he did. And I couldn't be prouder! The only real question left is whether he was referring to this:
or this:
Two other fun, proud moments of the week. They may not be funny or meaningful for you, but my teacher friends laughed and loved them. It's a teacher thing:
1. More than anything, I try to model the right thing for my kids, but I also want my kids to own their stuff, good or bad. You ace a test, it's you not me. Own it. You goof up, it's you not me. Own it. Wednesday afternoon, 2:45ish, the kiddos are packing up and chaos has ensued, and I smell a recently lit match. I find two of my more mischievous princes in the back of the room giggling. I go and give them the third degree minus the lightbulb about the match. They swear they didn't do it. Find out later, group next door is doing a science experiment, and didn't tell me. So, on the way out, I take the eighth prince aside and apologize that I accused him of something he didn't do. He said no problem, and I could tell it didn't bother him. So, I asked him, "was I that far off base to think you were the one that lit the match?" His response: "No, not really." with a shrug and a skip out the door. That's what I call owning it. Cracked me up!
2. Kids always have the funniest ideas of what their teachers do and where. Everytime I'm absent, my princes and princesses have to write a paragraph just telling me where they think I am. Most of them think I just pick a day to stay home and eat bon bons (they actually use that word) and watch tv on the couch all day. Anyways... one of my princes came by my room afterschool one day to bring me a book. What he found and the look on his face were hilarious! He comes in to the room next door because he hears my voice and finds me sitting on a desk, L sitting on a stool, and Mo hula hooping. We're all laughing hysterically and eating chocolate. The look on his face was priceless. He discovered his teacher has a life!
My princes and princesses drive me crazy, but they make it worth getting up in the morning.
"Luke...I am your father..."
I couldn't discipline for laughing! And that's how it should be. Every once in a while, a kid needs to take a risk on a joke he thinks might be good, thinks might be there, thinks might be worth it. And he did. And I couldn't be prouder! The only real question left is whether he was referring to this:
or this:
Two other fun, proud moments of the week. They may not be funny or meaningful for you, but my teacher friends laughed and loved them. It's a teacher thing:
1. More than anything, I try to model the right thing for my kids, but I also want my kids to own their stuff, good or bad. You ace a test, it's you not me. Own it. You goof up, it's you not me. Own it. Wednesday afternoon, 2:45ish, the kiddos are packing up and chaos has ensued, and I smell a recently lit match. I find two of my more mischievous princes in the back of the room giggling. I go and give them the third degree minus the lightbulb about the match. They swear they didn't do it. Find out later, group next door is doing a science experiment, and didn't tell me. So, on the way out, I take the eighth prince aside and apologize that I accused him of something he didn't do. He said no problem, and I could tell it didn't bother him. So, I asked him, "was I that far off base to think you were the one that lit the match?" His response: "No, not really." with a shrug and a skip out the door. That's what I call owning it. Cracked me up!
2. Kids always have the funniest ideas of what their teachers do and where. Everytime I'm absent, my princes and princesses have to write a paragraph just telling me where they think I am. Most of them think I just pick a day to stay home and eat bon bons (they actually use that word) and watch tv on the couch all day. Anyways... one of my princes came by my room afterschool one day to bring me a book. What he found and the look on his face were hilarious! He comes in to the room next door because he hears my voice and finds me sitting on a desk, L sitting on a stool, and Mo hula hooping. We're all laughing hysterically and eating chocolate. The look on his face was priceless. He discovered his teacher has a life!
My princes and princesses drive me crazy, but they make it worth getting up in the morning.
It's things like that where I kinda get jealous of school teachers where you get a daily dose of that kind of stuff...
ReplyDeleteI agree. There are moments when I'm teaching, that I think "yes! this is it!"
ReplyDeleteOf course, I'm kinda jealous that you get to go have coffee in the middle of the day with a teenager and talk about God.