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A Walk in the Woods

November 3, 2018 By Kathie Z

Sometimes we just need a break. I came to this epiphany following quite a week. Personally and professionally, it had been. A. Week. Busy, busy, busy. And utterly exhausting.

Work-wise, it was conference week. Three days of meetings to discuss achievement, concerns, and set goals. Sandwiched around an abbreviated teaching day (in which we try to accomplish some serious learning).

I truly enjoy parent-teacher conferences. Each meeting is an opportunity to sit with the most invested stakeholders, the parents, and be reminded we’re in this together. All of us sitting at the table want the same thing; the best year for the child. As our 20 minute meeting progresses, the love parents feel for their children fills the room. I’m reminded of precisely why I’ve chosen this career.

During my last conference of day two, my cell phone rang. The parent asked if I needed to get the phone, her conference had run long. “No,” I said. It could wait. When I checked my phone, I saw my younger daughter had called. Needless to say, her calling mid-week is out of the ordinary. She’s our Friday night or Saturday morning caller. Nothing more than a texter mid-week.

I called my daughter back the moment the parent left. She was upset. She’d had an accident, was injured. The university doctor said a week away from school would be the best thing for her healing.

She’d been in a car accident in high school and suffered a horrible injury. I knew the importance of swift treatment. I shifted from teacher to parent, went into action mode. We needed to get our kid home as soon as possible, have her seen by her primary doctor. The following 24 hours were a whirlwind. After a jam-packed day of work, my husband and I made the 500 mile trip to fetch our daughter and bring her home to start the healing process.

Our doctor confirmed what the university doctor had said. She needed rest. And nothing else. No screens or media were permitted. No television watching, no book reading, no podcast or music listening. She needed quiet rest. While she napped and snuggled with the dog, I cleaned, did laundry and tried to stay quiet.

Outside our cozy little house, it was storming. I was beginning to feel dark, unsettled like the weather.

I tried to stay quietly busy. I roasted a chicken, filled the house with the comforting smells of home. We carved pumpkins to place on the stoop to welcome trick or treaters. But still, I felt less than great.

Sunday morning the sun rose and the yellow leaves swayed in the breeze. The outside was calling.

“We should forest bathe,” I said to my daughter.

“What?” she asked.

“Go for a walk in the woods,” I clarified. “Take a hike.”

“Definitely,” she agreed.

We loaded the dog into the car and headed for woods. It had been a few years since we’d hiked here, a favorite from days ago when the kids were small, the dog was a puppy. As we made our way onto the path, my daughter and I chatted, reminisced about time spent here with friends. We took in the beauty of the woods, noticed the loamy soil below our feet.

A happy kindness rock we found beside the path.

We made our way along the familiar path. Out of nowhere, an enormous Labrador came barreling towards us, barking, tail wagging. “He’s friendly,” a woman called, running to catch up. We introduced our dogs, chatted for a moment then continued on our walks.

With each step, my tension dissipated, was replaced with feelings of peace. And a true sense of gratitude. Gratitude for the beauty of nature, the opportunity to get away from it all minutes from my house, the gift of walking with my nearly grown daughter and just be. In the company of nature and other solace seekers.

As we made our way around the trail, a bright object caught my eye. Then another. Hand painted kindness rocks children had left beside the path. Pink and orange and purple reminders of goodness. Hope. Optimism. Healing.

The rocks decorated with fluorescent paint and children’s handwriting shifted our moods, buoyed us. We made our way back towards the road, met another dog walker. “Is he friendly?” the man called. “He is,” I shouted back. Once again, dog introductions were made, wishes for a good walk exchanged.

And just like that, the magic of the woods had shifted everything. I was reminded of the gifts of quiet, connection, and gratitude available to each of us.

©Kathie Z.

 

 

 

 

 

Filed Under: Gratitude, Parenting, pets Tagged With: kindness, kindness rocks, nature, parent-teacher conferences, rest

Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood is 50 Years Old But All New to Me

August 1, 2018 By Kathie Z

Recently, it seems everywhere I look, Mr. Rogers is trending. On social media, friends post inspirational memes of Mister Rogers smiling wide, reminding people to “look for the helpers.” Others share videos from his show that promote kindness and inclusion. I remember thinking, Mr. Rogers? For real? Until recently, I hadn’t given Mr. Rogers or his neighborhood much thought. When I was a kid, I rarely visited “the Neighborhood.” I was a Captain Kangaroo kid. I loved the people who lived in the animal cracker box. And when ping pong balls fell on Mr. Moose? That was hysterical. As I got older, and a premium was placed on being cool, I tuned in to the PBS alternatives, The Electric Company and Zoom. I prided myself on doing a spot-on Rita Moreno, “Hey you guys!” impression and speaking fluent Ubabubby Dubabubby.

But all of the hoopla about Mister Rogers’ Neighborhoodturning 50 this year caught my attention. As did the man, himself, Fred Rogers. I started feeling that maybe I’d missed the boat on something special. Twice. First as a child, then as a parent. I’d prided myself on limiting my kids’ media consumption, choosing their TV carefully. My preschoolers watched Sesame Street, Teletubbies and Blue’s Clues. Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood had evaded my radar, altogether!

These past few weeks, I’ve done a deep dive into Mister Rogers, the man and the show. I started with Amy Hollingsworth’s book, The Simple Faith of Mister Rogers, an inspiring read that sheds light on the man behind the cardigan. And last week I jumped at the invitation to see the documentary, Won’t You Be My Neighbor? Both the book and the movie showed that Fred was Mister Rogers and Mister Rogers was Fred; a very special person, indeed.

As the credits rolled and my friend and I made our way to the parking lot, we marveled at what an amazing man Fred Rogers was and what a profoundly positive impact he had on generations of children, even if we couldn’t count ourselves in that number. I felt a twinge of sadness over what could have been. But we had been touched as adults. The last hour and a half had been incredibly impactful. As we talked, we decided that it was better to come to the Mister Rogers party late, rather than never having come at all.

Through his show, Mister Rogers gave visitors to his neighborhood countless gifts. Here are my favorites:

  1. The gift of slowing down. Fred spoke slowly and purposefully, heeding the yellow traffic light that flashed as the opening song played. Wouldn’t we be more effective parents, teachers, communicators if we, too, slowed down? Chose our words carefully, held space, allowed time for our words to be truly heard and processed? We educators say that kids deserve the gift of time and we use the term, “wait time,” in our classrooms. Yet we jam our everyday lives with so many things to do, rush from one thing to another. I think we could all benefit from heeding the yellow light rather than trying to make it through the green.
  2. The gift of expression. Fred talked a lot about feelings during his show. Because feelings matter. And children need to be taught how to express their feelings, be given the opportunity to discuss how they feel, even when the feelings are icky, uncomfortable for us, the adults. Allowing children to express their feelings in a safe environment helps our kids to feel safe, grow, become confident.
  3. The gift of song. Fred, an accomplished musician, incorporated music into each episode. Because music helped him process his feelings, made him feel better as a child. I’d argue the power of music holds true. Walk through the halls of an elementary school; you can hear kindergarteners joyfully singing about vowel sounds, primary kids choral reading poetry, chanting math facts, and bigger kids persevering to solve challenging math problems while quiet instrumentals play in the background. Notice the driver in the car beside you singing along with the radio.
  4. The gift of belonging. Speaking of music, Fred ended each show with a song, “You Are Special.” I love this song because of its simple message. This song does not teach, you are most special, or the only special one, as some critics have asserted. Instead, this song validates each of us for being who we are. And it reminds us that even though we are unique, which often makes us feel weird; we are all worthy, deserving of friendship and love.
  5. The gift of wonderment. Mister Rogers asked questions, lots of questions. Of the viewer and the people who interacted with on his show. By doing so, he accomplished two goals: promoting curiosity for life-long learning while building connections through conversation.
  6. The gift of validation. Perhaps the most important strategy we can take away from Mister Rogers is the importance of remembering what it was like to be a child. Many experts assert that this is why Mister Rogers was so effective in his work. Through the puppet Daniel Striped Tiger and even when speaking as himself, Fred demonstrated vulnerability and compassion. He acknowledged the difficulties of being a kid; whole-heartedly, respectfully.

Yesterday, I decided to watch an episode of Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood on pbs.org, see what I’d missed out on. In the episode, Fred explored the ocean with my daughter’s personal hero, oceanographer Sylvia Earle. I was transfixed as they talked about conservation and managing pollution. The decades-old episode that explores the responsibility of caring for our earth stood the test of time. So much so that I sent my grown daughter the link.

“Cool,” she texted in response. I felt the smile spread across my face. My millennial daughter’s response summed up the ripple effect of Mister Rogers, 50 years after he welcomed children to his neighborhood and land of make-believe. Cool.

©Kathie Z.

 

 

Filed Under: Education, Parenting, Uncategorized Tagged With: Amy Hollingsworth, education, kindness, Mr. Rogers, Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood, PBS, Sylvia Earle, The Electric Company, Won't You Be My Neighbor?, Zoom

Treat Them Like They’re Yours

October 12, 2017 By Kathie Z

When I stepped into a classroom to teach the first time, I was green-super green. I’m talking Kermit the Frog green. I was at the end of my graduate school program, the practicum a.k.a. “student teaching” experience. I was finally going to put all of the theory and classroom learning to use. And I was petrified! What ifs popped up in my brain, multiplied. Because that is what the then-perfectionist did. I assigned high-stakes status to big deals and little deals alike; planned for the worst-case-scenario, and planned some more.

My cooperating teacher was a dynamo. She was organized, knowledgeable, kind, bubbly-a legit child whisperer. I took note of everything she said and did, wrote copious notes and did my best to emulate her ways. She taught me everything from setting up a classroom to start the year to lesson planning to writing a monthly classroom newsletter. Bit by bit, she shared teaching duties with me.

All was going well. By all accounts I was doing a great job, even. I felt confident in my abilities. Yes! I had landed where I was supposed to be. And then it happened. My first failure. It happened during a spelling lesson, a carbon copy of the lesson I’d presented the week prior. This week, however, the kids weren’t buying what I was selling. They were antsy, inattentive and talkative. I tried to use the strategies I had seen my cooperating teacher use brilliantly to no avail. I stood in front of the chalkboard, arms folded across my chest, eyeing the clock as the second hand made its way around again and again.  Shh! One of the kids finally whispered. “She’s waiting!”

I had employed the silent waiting strategy, finally, but my frustration and irritation had already taken root. While transitioning to the next lesson, I muttered, “They will listen” or some other “I’m the one in charge, here” phrase that adults who are clearly not feeling in charge mutter to my cooperating teacher.

She quite calmly and pleasantly told me to let go of my attitude and replace it with good cheer or she’d take over the teaching. I shook it off the best I could and we finished our morning fine. Later, while debriefing, I asked her how she stayed kind and positive in those trying moments when it feels like the class was engaged in a mutiny. She smiled her toothy grin and said quite plainly, “I treat them like they’re my own.” No brainer for her.

But what exactly did her wise words mean? I didn’t have kids (yet). I had a cocker spaniel. How exactly was I supposed to do this? For the next few days, I did my best to make meaning of her words and watch for evidence of her “treating them like her own.”

I watched her listen intently, smile, laugh, and treat the children with kindness. She exuberantly praised effort and pointed out specific evidence of success. And when the children misbehaved, she calmly, matter-of-factly redirected the students. Not once did I see her take our students’ behavior personally.

Now that I’m an experienced parent and seasoned teacher, I totally get the depth of her words. The first rule of parenting. It’s not about us, the adults. I think this is one of the first principles of teaching, too. Our students, like our own children, are complicated, amazing individuals. They are the priorities. It is our job to meet them where they are and help them to soar.

Wow. What an amazing responsibility, but what a privilege, as well. Most days when lessons are going well and the children are following classroom routines, all is right in the world. But some days, when something’s off, someone’s struggling in one way or another; it’s imperative to stop, assess the situation and modify plans as necessary. I know it’s tempting to keep going, plow through the day’s curriculum because we have so much to do. But it’s not about me, the classroom teacher. It’s about the kids. And I choose to treat them like they’re my own.

Kathie Z.

 

 

 

Filed Under: Education, Parenting, Uncategorized Tagged With: confidence, kindness, parenting, teaching, wisdom

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