A tug on my leg.
A tap on my arm.
Two more tugs.
Tap, tap, tap.
A swarm of writers huddle around me.
In the moment, I wish to multiply myself.
Or become invisible!
Instead, I take a deep breath, and listen.
One writer at a time.
Much of the day feels like this in the beginning of the school year. Especially for primary teachers. Especially, especially for kindergarten teachers (we can do this!).
The days of gazing across a classroom of writers at work, dipping our toes in for conferences, meeting uninterrupted in small groups at the rug, seem to be in the unforeseeable future. When will we get there?