I am eleven years old, standing at the end of a pier beside my uncle. He’s holding both of my toddler cousin’s hands as she jumps from the pier’s edge toward the murky green depths of the Piankatank River. She squeals with delight. Just as she dips, her father swings her back. She lands safely on the wooden slats, laughing. Over and over she jumps. Her feet never touch the water.
I know the water is over her head. The biggest jellyfish I’ve ever seen are floating all around. We can’t even go swimming because of these ghostly orbs, larger than my head and so heavy that when I catch one in the crab net, it fills the net and I can barely lift it from the water. Hunks of the jellyfish ooze through the net, too, plopping back into the water.
I’ve composed a song in my head:
The Piankatank River
Ain’t the place to swim
Because it’s full of jellyfish
And other things within.
I don’t even know what other things are within but I sense that they’re utterly treacherous. My toddler cousin’s reflection zooms out again over the shimmering, placid surface. Back she swings to safety.
“Why isn’t she scared?” I ask my uncle.
He smiles, holding tight to his daughter’s small hands. “She knows I won’t let her fall. She has no fear because she trusts me completely.”
My little cousin jumps once more, with wild abandon. Her face turns toward the sky as she swings backward, dangling from her father’s hands.
Her expression is one of absolute joy.
That image, that moment, has never left me.
He was enjoying her joy. Allowing her freedom to dare, to be a risk-taker, yet keeping her safe at the same time. Had he been less attentive, less vigilant . . . she might have gotten wet, or worse. I knew what dangers awaited, the harm that could come, and also that my uncle wouldn’t be doing this if he weren’t confident in his own strength. I marveled at his easy assurance and peace of mind. He wasn’t afraid, either.
Of myriad connections I can make out of this moment, the one that rises to the surface of my mind first is teaching. Creating the conditions for good learning to occur means letting children explore, dare, make choices, take risks, all stemming from a foundation of safety, an environment of trust. Children have to know they can take leaps and that their teachers will not let them fall, that they have nothing to fear.
For that to occur, we as teachers must recognize our own strength and continuously strive on behalf of those entrusted to us. Teachers must be risk-takers, too. We must believe that we can get students safely from where they are to where they need to be, even beyond. Not just for now, this quarter, this year, this test – but by inspiring students to actively pursue learning for the rest of their lives.
It’s no small feat, when our own piers stand in the murkiest of depths. But we’re standing in the singular position that affects outcomes. What lies within us is greater than external forces. By far. We make the leap when we move from belief to action, from self-esteem to self-efficacy. Trusting others, trusting self, trusting in the safety of shared trust, strengthening one another, propelling each other forward. Professional trust isn’t holding on loosely; it’s everyone holding on tight, not letting go. When done with confidence, responsibility, and mindfulness, we develop a dynamic of grace, a synergy of poetry in motion – swinging out over the depths with our faces turned skyward.
The safe environment of I will not let you fall.
A paradox, really, that it takes a collective grasping of hands to experience the freedom, the joy.
4 thoughts on “Trust”
This is perfect. How true, the need for trust on both parts. I enjoyed the connection between your childhood memory and the classroom.
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I was SO afraid this was going to have a splash in it. The anticipation gripped me as I read. I am thankful that her dad was doing the gripping and not the jellyfish, which I had never thought of as heavy before.
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I didn’t even think of this level of anticipation! Thank you for telling me! Those jellyfish must have weighed several pounds. They were monstrous – have never seen the like since, but they are (obviously) seared into my brain.
What a beautiful slice, perfectly weaving together your memory and your thoughts about trust. You have such a way of creating a vivid moment, capturing your reader, and then deftly growing and sharing your ideas. Well done!
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