Hello everyone, Becky here! I have to tell you that I can’t believe I am finally writing our first blog post! It has been a year in the making/thinking, and now I feel that I am finally ready. Greg and I began toying around with the idea of starting a blog after attending last summer’s Penn State York’s Summer Institute. After hearing many amazing keynote speakers, from Ruth Culham, to Jeff Anderson, to Kate Messner, the common theme was - “to become a better writer and teacher of writing, you have to actually write!” - Who would have thought?!
It wasn’t until one of Kate Messner’s breakout sessions last year that I felt like maybe I could do this writing thing. She shared her “Sometimes on a Mountain in April” poem. (You can read it here.) We used that mentor poem and took five minutes to write our own. I’d like to share mine. It is called “Sometimes in a Nursery at Bedtime.”
It wasn’t until one of Kate Messner’s breakout sessions last year that I felt like maybe I could do this writing thing. She shared her “Sometimes on a Mountain in April” poem. (You can read it here.) We used that mentor poem and took five minutes to write our own. I’d like to share mine. It is called “Sometimes in a Nursery at Bedtime.”
Sometimes in a Nursery at Bedtime
Sometimes in a nursery at bedtime, a squirmy toddler will lay and snuggle with you. You will kiss his forehead and the smell of his freshly washed hair will take you back to the nights when you swaddled and rocked him when he was just an infant.
Sometimes in a nursery at bedtime, you can read all of the bedtime books before they get ripped from your hands and thrown to the floor. But it’s OK if you don’t. Luckily you know them all by heart and can recite them anyway.
Sometimes in a nursery at bedtime, your little one with echo you as you say goodnight to all the things around his room before you say goodnight to him.
And sometimes in a nursery at bedtime that little one will curl up and fall asleep with you as you whisper his bedtime prayer.
(Any dry eyes in the house?) It wasn’t until that poem, that I considered myself a writer. I was given a new confidence that maybe I could do it. As Kate provided inspiration for me, I hope that I can do the same for my students. It just might give them the opportunity to see themselves as a writer too!
Until next time friends! Stay tuned for a writing freebie in our next post! If you’re interested in reading more, subscribe to our blog. Also, you can follow us on Instagram (@theclasscouple) and check out my TPT store! More products will be coming soon! Feel free to leave us some love in the comments section!
Sometimes in a nursery at bedtime, a squirmy toddler will lay and snuggle with you. You will kiss his forehead and the smell of his freshly washed hair will take you back to the nights when you swaddled and rocked him when he was just an infant.
Sometimes in a nursery at bedtime, you can read all of the bedtime books before they get ripped from your hands and thrown to the floor. But it’s OK if you don’t. Luckily you know them all by heart and can recite them anyway.
Sometimes in a nursery at bedtime, your little one with echo you as you say goodnight to all the things around his room before you say goodnight to him.
And sometimes in a nursery at bedtime that little one will curl up and fall asleep with you as you whisper his bedtime prayer.
(Any dry eyes in the house?) It wasn’t until that poem, that I considered myself a writer. I was given a new confidence that maybe I could do it. As Kate provided inspiration for me, I hope that I can do the same for my students. It just might give them the opportunity to see themselves as a writer too!
Until next time friends! Stay tuned for a writing freebie in our next post! If you’re interested in reading more, subscribe to our blog. Also, you can follow us on Instagram (@theclasscouple) and check out my TPT store! More products will be coming soon! Feel free to leave us some love in the comments section!
