After Ava read a J at 97% accuracy, 64 WPM, and with the expression of a true actress, we walked down the hall to see her mentor. On the way, I told her we were on the “Bragging Train.” She had earned the right to brag about her progress. At first, she was shy about telling Mrs. H. of her success. But Mrs. H.’s hugs melted her guarded stance.
We started to walk back and met Mrs. F., our coach, in the hallway. We told her we were on the Bragging Train too. She replied, “Is your brain on fire? Oooh, can I touch it? Ouch, that’s some serious heat! Mrs. Miner, you may have to put up a protective shield!” Ava giggled and stood taller.
Next we passed her classroom from last year. With a quiet signal, I asked if we could share a moment. Without hesitation, Ms. C., opened the door wide, brought Ava forward, and her entire second grade class broke into “Uno, dos, tres, Ole! Ole! Ole!” Ava grew some more.
“I can’t stop smiling. I’m so happy.” My heart was bursting as well. So much hard work, worry, frustration, and patience brought us to this celebratory moment. It does take a village. I’m so grateful for Ava for reminding me of why our work matters.