This blog post was inspired by two Twitter followers: Tanny McGregor who introduced me to Sketchnotes and Dan Meyer who made a recent post about tips from presenters: http://blog.mrmeyer.com/2017/presentation-advice-from-14-of-my-favorite-presenters/. 

Here are my tips--in graphic form!

Today I played around with Reflection in a Kindergarten Writer's Workshop.  I have four categories of questions I like to ask writers at the end of a workshop:

• Looking Back Questions (e.g. What did you learn?)
• Looking Forward Questions (e.g. What are you going to do next?)
• Looking Inward Questions (e.g. How do you feel about your work today?)
• Looking Outward Questions (e.g. How do you think your writing compares to others?)

This morning I wanted writers to Look Inward so I asked, "How do you feel about yourself as a writer?"  The children thought, reflected, drew, and wrote their feelings about themselves as writers.  Their responses were illuminating. 

A writer's act of reflection is actually a form of authentic assessment for me.  Each reflection teaches me something about writers and gives me insight into their thinking. If a child is bored and yearns for the energy of friends, I need to make sure to position him in a space surrounded by friends who might give him the jolt he needs.  If a child is nervous about writing, I need to know why and what I can do to help alleviate her trepidation.  If a child feels happy about herself as a writer, what is happening to make her feel this way--and might she offer suggestions to peers to help them foster this feeling within themselves?

Primarily, reflection is a self-evaluative act so the writer can step back and think inward.   But it's also an assessment act that teaches me something I need to learn from my writers.

I wonder: In what ways do you reflect with your students?  How can we make reflection a daily part of their Writer's Workshop?

Last week I volunteered in my son’s classroom.  They are working towards publication and his book replicates the structure of Alison McGhee’s book Someday.  My son writes a page about what he imagines his life will be someday, and explains how he’s working towards that goal today.  He has only written a couple pages so far, but his pages include: Someday I want to be a professor and Someday I want to be a published author.  As I flipped through the pages of his book, tears filled my eyes.  I looked over at his teacher and she whispered, “He wants to be just like his daddy.”
 
When I read his beautiful pages, the tears that formed in my eyes were tears of fear more than anything else.  They were tears of trepidation.  My son struggles in school.  Born seven weeks prematurely, he has struggled since the moment he breathed his first breath.  His twin brother, always impatient, forced him out of the womb before he was ready.  I didn’t realize how hard it is for little boys to catch up to their peers when they are born prematurely, but our nine years with my son tell us that prematurity has a profound effect.  He has struggled to keep up with peers since day one.
 
He’s in second grade now, and even though he repeated kindergarten, he still lags behind his peers in reading and writing.  He didn’t start speaking until he was four, and three times a week he spends time with a speech teacher.  When he’s confronted with new information he needs to hear it a few times before he understands.  His spelling attempts reveal how he hears the words in his head.  I’m a literacy professor so I know about levels and benchmarks and where children should typically be at various ages.  I know he’s not typical.  He has an IEP, and receives a variety of school services.  Each year I sign forms that remind me he’s exceptional rather than typical.
 
The word exceptional is a difficult descriptive word to take when I think of it ascribed to my child in a school context.  It fills me with worry for his future.  No parent wants a child to struggle through life and I fear his exceptionalities might hold him back from being a professor, or author, or surgeon, or whatever dream that leads him to a passionate, fulfilling professional life.  I worry that the adjective that defines him in school might define his identity.  Will a lifetime of struggle in school exhaust him from reaching his dreams?  Will he persevere?
 
Here’s the thing: My son is exceptional.  Whenever someone passes by him walking a dog, he smiles and asks, “Can I pet your beautiful dog?”  He holds doors open for strangers.  He says “YES!” whenever I ask if he wants to try a new adventure.  He can shoot out of a starting block in swimming and launch his lanky, skinny body across the pool faster than most.  He can patiently put together a complicated Lego set.  He says, “Thank you” generously.  From his speech teacher to his reading interventionist, to his classroom teacher, to his Sunday school teacher, every single person who interacts with him tells us the same thing, “I absolutely love that sweet soul.”  He is loving and warm and sympathetic and caring and funny and charming and handsome as hell.  He’s….well….exceptional. 
 
As I type this, my beautiful boy sits across from me at my wife’s childhood home.  He’s playing on the ground while the ocean horizon illuminates his silhouette.  He pauses for a moment and glances at me.  My eyes float up above the screen to meet his.  A broad smile stretches across his face.  A smile stretches across mine.  His heart is full and so is mine.  So, instead of worrying about Someday I think I’ll stay here in the present for a while.  I’ll focus on Today.  Today my little boy is exceptional in so many ways.  And that’s what I choose to embrace.