Mid-morning a mom who volunteers most days to help with writing stopped in my classroom with her older son wearing a cast. J was in speech and I asked what had happened to her oldest. She was surprised that J had not told me the tale of the four wheeler, the ditch and the x-ray.
When J returned from speech I inquired “why didn’t you tell me about E’s arm? He gave me a wicked grin and said, “cause I’m gonna write about it!” “I can’t wait to read it,” I replied.I’m not sure I’ll ever get to the point where my favorite way of telling a story is writing. Maybe I’m too impatient. I don’t
spend enough time crafting my story. I haven’t until now had an audience for my writing. Yet again, at the end of a day I realize again, how much I can learn from 5 year olds.