As I walked the path across that familiar but unfamiliar
place, my body felt anxious and excited all at the same time. The last time I’d
walked those steps, it was a high school and teenagers were strewn about
everywhere, doing whatever it is teenagers do during lunch break in a school
courtyard. I glanced over at the empty green benches and felt a small sense of
melancholy that was soon to be forgotten.
I continued to walk, opened the door, and stepped into a
room where the tables were all low, the chairs small, and the pictures made for
learning the alphabet; as I turned my head I would see a rug on the floor that was
painted in blocks and all the little bodies who owned this room, sat
cross-legged on a color.
Their fresh little faces matched their body language, which
were twitching with eagerness and thoughts that something different was about
to happen, and they knew they had the best seats in the house.
As I moved closer to the center of the room, I was
immediately aware that they had been prepped, for my name rushed out of their
mouths both in unison and in individual spurts, making me feel as welcome as I
had felt in a long, long time.
Thirty days prior, I was invited by a friend of mine, Holle
Boykin, who teaches/challenges/loves the 4K class at Greensboro Elementary
School - to attend a very special event called JumpStart to Reading Day. She
asked if I would like to visit and read to her class, and I promise you, I
couldn’t say YES! Fast enough.
Story-telling is a basic human interaction. It’s how we make
sense of the world. It encourages creativity and imagination, and it’s
important for children to have safe-places and story-books that can make that
happen.
When my children were small, it was pretty cool to be the Mommy
who could make them react with wild-eyed laughter/giggles and seem mesmerized
by funny sounds and created characters. To know that when they climbed-up next
to you with their little pile of books, the fun and excitement was about to
begin, and memories made.
As it would turn out, I was able to read not one, but three
books that morning. Holle is a wonderful teacher, and with her prompting questions
after each book-reading, was able to receive relevant responses from interested
little minds, as all of the children in her class are so smart, inquisitive,
and attentive.
When it came time to leave, they were all waving and telling
me goodbye when a little boy named Ruben Francisco rushed-up and slammed his
body into mine, creating a full-throttle body hug, ensuing the rest of the class
to follow suit, for one of the best group hugs I’ve ever had.
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