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Monday, March 5, 2018

Slice #5- Fragile

The rest of the class is reading silently.

I watch her drawing. Erasing. Redrawing. Pencil shading.

I should say something, but I do not.

She is quiet. The people around her can read.

That is not always true.

She has been so mad at me for the past week.

On Thursday, I called her mom after she talked through the entire silent reading time.

I don't mean whispered to friends.

I mean talked.

Full voice.

To people across the room.

For twenty minutes.

Despite repeated requests to stop.

Finally, I had had it.

I lost it and raised my voice to her.

Her mom told me I should not have embarrassed her.

The next day, when I tried to talk to her,

she plugged her ears,

told me she didn't want anything to do with me,

then walked away.

Today, I was running down stairs to get something out of my basement office

fifteen minutes after the day had begun.

I opened the door and said good morning. She refused to say hello.

And now she is drawing.

I watch and say nothing.

Until reading time is almost over.

Then I lean over and whisper to her,

"Drawings that beautiful should not be on notebook paper.

I will bring you some plain paper tomorrow."

She looks up, surprised.

"Thanks, miss."

That relationship, so fragile.

Restored.

For now, anyway.

2 comments:

  1. We have to pick our battles. Relationships are so important. Hang in there Carol!

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  2. I was lucky enough to hear Ruth Ayres today ... oh, how my heart aches for our children that come from hard places. But I have also been in your shoes, responding in a way that I want to take back. Your love and patience will shine ... Ruth encouraged us to be that light. Shine on, Carol!

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