Your words tickle me
June 13, 2012 § 2 Comments
This is my first day of summer vacation. I have been talking about summer vacation for a while and it is finally here. I’m so thankful.
It was bittersweet saying good-bye to the students and staff. Investing, advocating, learning, growing, and working with a school community for two years (especially as a newer speech-language pathologist) creates a unique attachment. There were so many moments I wish to share with you, but here are a few interactions I had with some kiddos I worked with this year.
A young boy was trying to understand the cycle of life.
B (5th grade boy) : I think my mom is pregnant.
Me: Oh, that’s great!
B: Did my dad have to give my mom sperm?
Me: (surprised face and having no clue on how to respond) Umm…
B: My dad had to have given my mom sperm to make a baby.
I quickly ended this conversation and moved on.
I wash my hair about every other day. On the day I did not wash my hair, a little boy noticed and this is the conversation we had. It is important to know that he is an African-American boy who probably has had many experiences with how to care for African-American hair. I, of course, do not have the typical African-American hair.
B (2nd grade boy): Hey, you did something different to your hair?
Me: What did I do? (wanting him to use descriptive language)
B: You greased it and put it back.
Me: I laughed out loud. I couldn’t hold it. After calming down I said, “It’s natural grease.”
I have been working with a student pretty intensely for this past year. I saw him about 5 times a week to work on language. Specifically, he has been working on using the pronoun “I”. He continues to replace the “I” with “me”. I decided to give him a special sticker. It basically was a posted noted with the “I” word paper-clipped to his shirt. I totally hyped it up for him and he thought it was the coolest thing. As I walked him to his next class I told his teacher about the special sticker. The boy smiled wide and held his posted note like a blue ribbon badge to show his teacher. He said, “I sticker.” He did use the word “I”, but incorrectly. However, the teacher and I laughed at how something so simple can have so much value to him. This is how the student understood the interaction:
B (2nd grade boy): Why you laughing on me?
Me: Because the words touch me.
B: It tickles you?
Me: Yeah, it tickles me.
B: It tickles your heart?
Me: Yeah, it does.
Readers, these little kiddos have touched my heart so deeply. They have inspired me to see value in the small things and to welcome different perspectives.
A nod to all of them.