Sejal just wanted me read a story to her, but there is something about reading to a child on our reading platform.... with no "lesson" in mind, no preconceived idea about content or learning, I can really take a deep breathe and enjoy my role in the classroom. After Sejal made her selection, she scurried onto my lap...she refers to herself as a "Bald-hopper" - one part Bald Eagle, equal parts Grasshopper - at these times, as I've told her me lap is reserved for our youngest children now, the Grasshoppers. So, occasionally she likes to "regress" to her younger self to see if she can still get away with it. Today, I was totally fine with it. Once we got started, Mirja showed up, groggy and shoeless from the nap room. She just wanted a cuddle, and so over she slumped, too, putting her head squarely on my legs. Then Anika appeared, and then Sammy, and Marlow...and, well, it didn't take long until a little audience was piled up on top of me. My favorite stories contain big characters who finally just give in and have a good cry. I don't know why, but I love to bawl as big as the Cowardly Lion at these times - children immediately break into laughter, which just eggs me on to keep it up. So away I cried as I read to Sejal, as the smiles got bigger with each turn of the page.
I need to find more moments in the day to plop down on the reading platform, to just sit back with my crowd and cry!
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