Every memory I have of my childhood casts pens, pencils, crayons, and paper in the lead roles. These were the implements of my dreams. I worked in words and images and stories from the moment I was able to communicate. When presented with the option of participating in a Science Fair or a Literary Fair in second grade, I chose the latter and my first book was born–“The Life of Suzy Marie.” One year Santa brought me a bale (that’s 10 reams) of copy paper. I treasured that gift, and the hours of creating that lay ahead on those blank pages.
And so when the advent of blogging came about, I was intrigued but reluctant. There is much trepidation in putting your words out for all to see and read and critique. I’ve attempted several blogs over the years, but my longest-running blog began with the birth of my son, Harrison, in 2007. It was a weekly chronicle of his development intended for an audience of family members near and far. Called the Harrison Dailies when it began, we soon changed the blog name to HarrisonandNorah.com when sweet daughter Norah was born in 2009. That blog has been my joy in creating. Looking back on old posts and recalling intimate details of my children’s growth written down forevermore is a gift to myself–a remembrance of this season of motherhood.
This blog, my first real attempt at chronicling my journey as an educator, came about because I wanted to capture my 13th year–something about that number. My 13th year of teaching, during which I will be turning 40 years old. Call it my midlife crisis, or impetus for greater reflection. No matter, this infant blog has brought me new joy–in forcing myself to think about the impact of my teaching, my behavior, my choices, my lessons, on my beloved students. So much of what happens in my classroom is determined by ME. That’s weighty stuff that I take seriously. Making a blog as a formal place to digest these lessons in my own growth as a teacher was my goal and priority in creating my TeachWriteNow.blog.