I bow to your enthusiasm for my young artists’ visual journals. They are pure gold. We’ve been having parent conferences all week long. Mostly the parents are distracted, in a hurry, eyes glazed over with fatigue.
The kiddos leave their little journals on their desks. They want the grown ups in their lives to see what’s in front of them. So many aren’t looking.
So really. Thank you. For seeing them. For understanding how BIG they are, how dear, how important, how precious. It takes the kind of eyes you have to really see.
We finished Matilda. I love to read aloud to anyone who will listen. Especially when an eager audience claps at the end of each chapter and begs me to keep reading. Bliss.
Now we’re watching the movie. I copied down this line from the movie today. And did my best not to let a single tear leave my eyes and head south across my cheeks.
And so Matilda’s strong young mind continued to grow, nurtured by the voices of all those authors who had sent their books out into the world like ships onto the sea.
Sometimes strings of words put together just so have that affect on me. Sigh gulp sigh. And Matilda is such a brave little heroine for kids who are invisible in their own houses. Marching her 4 year old self to the library everyday. Building a nest for herself inside the books she reads. Sending her small smoke signals out into the world even when no one is there to see them.
That’s how the 2nd grade visual journals are. Just glue and paper to some, but to a trained eye, a loving eye – little smoke signals that say, “I’m here.”