A celebration slows down time just long enough to live it and love it and remember it. Celebrations give us time to catch our breath and then take our breath away. A good celebration mixes it up: past with future; accomplishment with hope; holding tight with letting go. Celebration gathers us as witnesses to wonder and forces us to admit we knew it all along–even on the hard days: life is good.
When Vivi announced that it was the third day of third grade, there was a hint of celebration in the air. And now these third graders have already told me that Wednesday will the third day of the third week of third grade and that we should do something special at three o’clock. And so we will.
Magic pencils help us write… Make our words vivid and bright!
As we arrayed the notebooks on the rug. We watched them, side by side and row by row, become a quilt of who are. I read I Am In Charge of Celebrations by Byrd Baylor. This story is about a girl who lives in the desert and celebrates the moments that “make her heart pound:” the day she saw a triple rainbow, the night she saw falling stars, her chance encounter with a coyote.
We are in charge of our own celebrations. We name the moments that make our hearts pound. We write them. We share them. With pencil on paper we celebrate them. Last week soccer goals, touchdowns, two wheelers, dolphins, and first perfect cartwheels were written out 0n the first blank pages of notebooks.
We put on some music and these third grade writers stood on chairs and shared their writing. We had a toast with paper cups filled with water from the water fountain.
To the writers I see… To the writers you’ll be.