I’ve been doing a lot of school visits lately.
And I’m going to do the happy dance to celebrate –right here on my blog.
These are some of my favorite moments over the past few weeks:
A little girl holding her dad’s hand while walking that last block to school. She sees me walking behind her and shouts “It’s Lois Brandt!” The dad turns around and gives me a raised eyebrow – I’m not a rock star he recognizes – and then looks slightly embarrassed as the little girl continues to jump up and down all the way to school chanting. “Lo-is Brandt, Lo-is Brandt.”
I worked with grades K – 5 and never saw two stories that were alike. Each child had a unique and personal story to tell.
I loved the first grader, when I was reading Maddi’s Fridge to an assembly of about 400, who shouted, “Don’t do it, don’t put the eggs in the backpack!”
I love kindergarteners because when you listen to their stories, you see the world through fresh eyes.
I love 1st graders because they are beginning to understand the “real” world, but they still believe in magic.
2nd graders love truth, stories, and (bonus!) hold up their hands before speaking.
3rd graders, WOW, the stories pour out of them. And they are totally okay when I say “don’t worry about spelling.” (Except for one third-grader, see below.)
4th graders love to read and write books. When you ask them to write, they bend their heads low and fall into their own stories.
5th graders are beginning to worry about acting cool, but then their excellent stories burst through the ice and shower the reader with insights that are fresh and real.
I love teachers’ lounges where teachers are joking with each other and talking about trouble-making kids in a positive way — how kids see the world differently and that’s okay.
I loved almost being knocked over by kindergarteners when I showed them that I had a picture of my cat, Simba, on my travel mug.
I love the kids who hold up their hands and can’t remember what they were going to say. They are so involved they just want to participate, but haven’t quite thought the next part through.
I loved the kid that told me that I should be writing words to Vin’s illustrations, not the opposite.
I loved the little boy who sat apart from the class, but when I asked him a question he came and joined us. His story was about how much he loved the author of Maddi’s Fridge. : )
I loved the kid who raised his hands several times, and each time I called on him he said “you’re the author.”
I loved confiscating a spelling dictionary from a third-grader.
I didn’t love it when the librarian suggested I highfive 300 kids as they left assembly. So many colds going around — even the teachers are sick.
Okay, I did love high-fiving 300 kids leaving assembly. Germ theories be damned. All of those smiling kids, many stopping to tell me about the stories they are working on.
I loved the kid that spotted that the cow on the milk carton changed its expression. (Vin Vogel, you sly devil!)
This is a sampling of the small moments that remind me that being a children’s writer is, hands-down, the best job in the world.
I love hearing how many small moments you loved from these school visits! I also love your book and love how many kids are hearing about it and reading it. Congrats!