Balance

Overview

My parents are enrolled in a fitness program called, ‘Stepping Out’. Each week they learn new and practical exercises to build on their already healthy lifestyle. My father was sharing some of the exercises with my son this afternoon.

Slice

“Place one foot in front of the other, close your eyes and see if you can balance.”

I looked up from the kitchen bench, my father and my son focussing intently. My sons arms, outstretched like an aircraft, navigating his body to balance. Alongside his grandfather, the solid rock, ready at anytime to give support.

My daughters and I eagerly joined in.

Connection

Tonight, as I was deciding what to post. The word balance came to mind.

Life requires balance.

To balance you need a stable foundation.

Grandparents are an integral part of that stable foundation.

 

 

 

 

Time Zones

I live on the opposite side of the world to most of the ‘Slicers’ in the #SOL 18 writing challenge. Essentially, I can post the following day & it is only 9pm for most on the East Coast.

However, Monday night came & went. Leaving me with a few hours to post the next day; well that was my intention.

Tuesday morning arrived. Morning routines wove their web.

Avant je sais ça, the 07.25 bell rang, signalling the beginning of Tuesday’s school day.

The class entered, chatting comfortably with their peers. Going about their own morning routines.

As I turned to grab something from my desk, a student casually asked, “Mrs Saap, what did you blog about last night?”.

“I didn’t get a chance to last night,” I replied, feeling a mix of emotions. On one hand, thrilled that my class were on this journey with me, at the same time disappointed that I didn’t have a post to share with them.

I didn’t like the feeling of disappointment. I wanted to be an inspiration to my class. They were counting on me.

Sometimes, the littlest voices have the most powerful message.

Lessons from Little Voices

  • Don’t leave tasks to the next day.
  • Address them in your own Timezone.

Tuesday #SOL18 – 20 complete.

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18/3/18

Eighteen

My post today is inspired by IBLESSINGS post, Anticipation: Day 18 #SOL18.

The image of the cot, and words ‘anticipation’ jolt my memory.

Eighteen years ago, ‘anticipation’ filled my being. My husband and I were expecting our first born.

I have unpacked the dream from Friday night, I know it’s about letting go. I don’t want to, but I know I have to. Anticipation awaits our son’s adult life.

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Reflection # 2

Couldn’t we at least….

The above clip by Dean James Ryan – 5 Essential Questions in life, is the basis of my short post for #SOL18 day 16.

I have viewed the YouTube clip many times and its message is powerful.

Driving home from work today, the afternoon’s team meeting was replaying through my mind. My team and I had met to moderate writing samples and maths work. During the professional discussion about the students work, the team raised and discussed valid points.

However, I wasn’t comfortable with how the meeting ended. There were loose ends. The air felt thick as they left the room.

Reflecting further, the 5 essential questions made their way to the front of my mind. As the leader of the group, I feel it would have been valuable for the team had I wrapped up the meeting with question number 3 from Dean Ryan’s talk, “Couldn’t we at least all agree that ….”

Leadership lessons # 2

  • Ensure the team feel a sense of common ground.
  • A united team is a powerful team.
  • A sense of closure is necessary for all involved in the group.

Good Night, Me

Stimulus

Our Junior School students participated in a Performing Arts Festival today. Students between the ages of 5 – 12 showcased a range of musical, dance and performance talent.

At one point in the festival, petite ballerina fairies skipped and pranced across the stage. Feeling nostalgic, my mind returned to a time (not so long ago) when my girls were that age; when they skipped and pranced with pure delight.

Inspiration

The petite fairies inspired my post for today.

Reminiscent of a time years ago, when stories before bed were a night time routine. I recalled a book my daughter loved to read, Good Night, Me by Andrew Daddo and Emma Quay, and, I wrote the following.

Adaptation

Good night, feet. Thank you for running me round today.

Feet, you keep me grounded.

Legs, get some rest. We’ve got a lot of jumping to do tomorrow.

Legs, you give me the height to stand tall and be proud of who I am.

Keep breathing chest.

Breath, you give me life to enjoy and treasure the important things of the day.

You can let go now, hands. We’re all going to sleep.

Hands, you allow me to hold those dear to me.

Good night, me. See you in the morning.

Rest, you restore me; allowing me to be thankful that I will experience more tomorrow.

Silent Energy

Wednesday afternoon is one of my favourite times of the week. It is when my students and I lose ourselves in the magical world of reading.

Today, as I sat and prepared for the lesson, I reflected how at the beginning of the school year the students were apprehensive, cautious and – to some extent – reluctant to immerse themselves and get ‘lost’ in a story. This was no longer the case, now there were 20 minds filled with anticipation, ready to enter the classroom; excited about being transported to another world.

The end-of-lunch bell rang; the children entered the room.

Within moments the classroom was silent. A silence that resonates energy, its force moving to the rhythm of the words on the page. I watched in wonder as Dahl took the students deep into the heart of the factory, to Room Numbers 54, 71 and 77, The Inventing Room and The Great Gum Room.

Floating above their heads were images of ‘sweets that looked round’, ‘a witch’s kitchen’, large green marbles dropping to the floor and machines that groaned. I was surrounded by 20 imaginary movie theatres.

Ah! I do love Wednesday.