When I saw this post, it stopped me in my tracks. It made me start to wonder. It made me think about the legacy we leave behind.
Lately, I've stumbled across a few reminders of places where a little piece of me - my legacy - has been left.
The other day I was reading a trade newspaper and saw a photo of one of a student who was in my last class of eighth-graders before I left the classroom to become an instructional technology coach. She was identified as a college student who had won an award in a discussion meet. I thought about her in class and how at first she seemed frustrated with the expectations I set for my students and later how she blossomed as a writer with a purposeful voice and strong opinions. Congratulations on your latest accomplishment Samantha!
This past summer, I watched online as two of my former students joined their lives in marriage. The young man was a part of my first class of seventh-graders at Community School. He had such a vivaciousness and energy for life and he brought that to the classroom. His writing showed an inner soul that was at-one with nature and his voice was that of rural-down-home flavor. His bride was a member of the first class of seventh-graders at Eagleville School. She was a quiet student whose inner deep-thinking was showcased in her writing. I will always think of her as a daisy with a fresh, cheerful countenance because of a writer's notebook entry she shared. It was interesting for me to see the two of my former teaching worlds collide with the joining of this young couple. Best wishes for a long and happy life together Michael and Ashton!
I see my legacy as a teaching coach when I visit classrooms and notice that teachers are incorporating resources I suggested or implementing practices I model in professional development workshops. My hope is that their students are growing and developing as a result and will make our world a better place because of the educational experience they have in these classrooms. Oh, there is the immediate feedback of a re-Tweet or a +1 but I certainly hope these quick clicks result in a much deeper impact down the road.
Recently, my husband shared a statement that Bridgette had made in regard to my reaction to an encounter at a family function. I think her perspective is one that sees me as having mellowed over the years. I know she has seen me pick my battles at times and her recent statement makes it clear that she understands how we all evolve. I think she saw me in that situation as taking on the attitude of 'just-let-the-rain-roll-off-my-my-back-like-a-duck.' After all, not reacting to adversity squelches the satisfaction of those who tend to stir the pot.
So, that post really made me stop and reflect. I wonder...
...will my children or grandchildren think of kindness and sense of humor when I come to mind?
...will they recognize my love of family and home and how I value them above all else?
...will they have an attitude of celebration at the intangibles they've inherited from me?
...will they see my life as a model of service?
...what are they learning from my story?