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Remembering to Remember

Beauty in the day: he is 6. He comes every day with a myriad of things to discuss, and today we made some very good progress at coming less, and having the confidence to work things out on his own. But then he had a problem that he needed help with, and he was back.
“I’m having trouble remembering all the things that I need to remember sometimes.” (well, who doesn’t?) “I think I need help to get a strategy to remember the things.”
Hmmmmm….
“Well Friend, it seems to me that you do a very fine job of remembering things, because you come and tell me LOTS of stuff that you remember and are thinking about. So I think you’re doing just great.”
He had an argument for that, but if you think I was caught off-guard by THAT, you’re just silly.
“The thing is, Friend, that you are getting very grown up. You are getting older and wiser, and you are coming up with better and better ideas all the time.” That was just the ammunition he needed.
“Yes, actually, that’s a thing that sort of refers to what I was talking about, see. I’ve heard that when people get older, they start to forget things.” (cue comedy drum)
The little weasel. I gave him what-for and sent him back to class. He was grinning with delight at his walkaway comedy moment. Honestly, he didn’t mean it as a comedy moment, but he liked the way it went over with the middle-aged crowd.

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Strategizing for Strategy’s Sake

Beauty in the day: they are 2nd graders. One was in the office to take a “break”, something that is a new development in helping with his success. The other has been known to come and sing for me, particularly tunes he deems as “Spanish-Gaelic”, and also likes a little help with his success.
Singer came in dramatically, dragging his leg behind him and punctuating his steps with groans. Upon arrival, he heaved his gangly little body onto the countertop, the back of his hand grazing his forehead. “I hurt my leg,” he managed, with what was clearly almost his last breath. We went to get an ice pack, which he made use of for at least 45 seconds. He was suddenly back by my side, his upper body strewn out over the desktop again. “I want to know if my idea is going to happen,” he said pointedly.
“Your idea?” I asked, following the obvious prompt.
“Yes. I think I could maybe be Strategy Boy, and maybe there could be Strategy Man, or something.” This was a reference to our principals who dressed up as Unity Man and Virtues Boy a short time ago, which was quite a hit.
Someone came into the office, and the conversation was interrupted. It was at this point that “taking-a-break-boy” approached Spanish-Gaelic Boy with a proposition: “If you change your mind, can I be Strategy Boy?”
“Well, you can be Strategy Man, because you’re taller than me.”
“Well, maybe I could, because I’ve been growing a mustache.”
“I think I might be too. I have some hairs…”

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