After two long days of introducing 24 first graders disguised as kindergartners into my world, I must admit that my brain is feeling the weight of tiredness more than anything else, but my goal is to eventually fill it with each one's special uniqueness. Donald Graves has given me something to look forward to.
When my little crew arrived two days ago, I looked at all of them, borrowed a line from my pastor, and said, "I'm surrounded by greatness." Even with my short explanation, I imagine the statement sailed over most of their heads, but I've come back to it since and plan on repeatedly revisiting the idea over the next nine months. I seriously meant what I said to them that morning, but is it okay to admit that after two long, long days I might have to dig a little to find the greatness in some more than others? I wish I could see it more easily. I think I'm just distracted by other stuff, and I'm not looking in the right places yet. As their teacher, I owe it to them to give it my best though. I pray they give me a chance to find it. I know the greatness is there. I look forward to the day, soon, when I can carry the uniqueness of each child in my head.