They’re so excited to see me, because this is Something New.
I come to kindergarten to support a new teacher and students struggling to master sight words.
Today, we work on am.
We read the word several times. I ask my six little friends at the table to think of sentences with the word am:
I am wearing a dress.
I am a boy.
I am eating a banana.
One little boy says, “I am a good reader.”
His face is full of light. Of hope. This is what he believes, that he is a good reader.
Dear God, never let anything squelch this hope.
He is more than a data point
more than a projected
evaluation to be held against a school, a teacher.
I look at this child.
I say, “Yes. Keep reading, keep trying, and you will get better and better.”
He grins from ear to ear.
We keep working on am. We write the sentences that they compose themselves. I am writing them on strips as they write them on paper. They trace mine with a finger; I cut the words apart. I scramble and they reconstruct. We read a short book where I am recurs over and over.
“This is fun!” says another little boy, beaming. “When will you come back?”
I am. I am. I am. I am. I am. I am.
Yes, you are.
You are here.
You are little human beings with a big future.
You are full of potential, possibility.
I am honored to have this time with you.