I’ve spent a great part of my life researching sensory experiences, sensory integration, and how children learn through their senses. Why? Because, for years, we were walking the journey of parents, trying to help their child. A child whose senses were terribly out of balance from the world. She could feel the drops of water, individually on her skin when stepping out of the pool. Not feel in awareness, but a sting. She saw the intensity of light in a way that I still can’t explain, but that made a 5 year old say traffic was “a beautiful sight” because of the sea of red glow in front of us. She’s challenged everything I thought I knew and opened my eyes to everything I’m ready to know. You know that thing about our kids teaching US more than we teach them. Fact.
Now when I watch kids, at 4, at 6, at 8, take the world in, I see their senses. I see them smelling the paper. I see them touching the cardboard. I see them listening to the sounds of beads pouring into a bucket. I see their sticky fingers and watch them use too much tape. Places where I used to intervene, I now know to be quiet. I now understand how precious these experiences are.
Maybe, because these experiences were always a challenge, always different than expected, always bigger when I thought they’d be smaller. They were drops of water on the skin. Most of us don’t notice when we walk from the pool, most of us don’t experience the greatness when we go under and that stinging ceases. Most of us don’t get the blessing of being so aware. The raw look at senses.
Being fully aware is a gift. It allows us to question. Technology is a huge passion of mine– I’ll be in line to get iPhone X and I wore the Apple Watch as soon as I could get one. But, balance. The work of people like Seymour Papert who believed that technology was a vehicle for kids to create and construct and Friedrich Froebel who knew that hands on play was the vehicle kids needed. We can never throw out this work in favor of selling a kit or promoting a product that doesn’t take kids needs fully into account.
I find myself torn. Google tools are exciting. AR and VR. All the hardware, Pi, Arduino, LittleBits, drones, and I could go on. It’s all got the potential to be meaningful, to add to great experiences for kids. But, meaning. Those senses are calling. Raw learning. To me, in my heart, making encapsulates all that is good and raw. And necessary.
I am left thinking, just because I CAN stick an ipad in the hands of kids in our world and they CAN manipulate it, should I? Where are the sensory experiences? Where is the texture? The smell? the crinkle of materials? The resistance of the tape roll? Virtually, it’s not there. We can help our kids get ready for the future whether they learn to manipulate system preferences, taps, and clicks at 4 or at 10.
So, in the same way that I worked so very hard to help my child balance her senses all those years, I will work in the same way to find learning balance. The balance between raw and digital. And that’s what the experiences that I hope to plan in the classroom can be about. Raw learning. Technology used for creating. Incorporating sensory experiences in all of those things along the way. Developing all the things that will never be obsolete: resilience, joy, optimism, problem solving, flexible thinking. Ever tangle with a tape roll? Trust me, all those things.
Anyone who has ever created anything will tell you, you create with your whole being. Not just sight. Never just touch. Your senses working together to take your experiences from the environment and turn them into something that ONLY YOU can conceive of. And that? It’s what makes it so awesome. Raw creativity. Magic. It’s the reason I can’t settle for recipe learning. I can’t settle for finding all my lessons or teaching scripts on the internet, from someone else’s heart or soul. It’s the reason our kids, the ones right in front of us, hold the answers to our classrooms.
Our future is technology filled, that’s a given. But, it’s what our kids do with the power of combining their hearts and souls, their learning, the raw materials WITH that technology. it’s that. Kids come to us with millions of ideas, and it’s our job to help them feel the confidence to take those ideas and bring them to life. Technology might make that possible, but it will be our guidance and our getting out of their way… that’s when the magic will unfold.
I could have titled this post “The Rise and Fall of the PLN.” But, I didn’t want to be overly dramatic. There was a time when I lived and breathed Twitter, Instagram, Facebook. Phone in my hand, laptop on my desk, notifications dinging. And then one day, almost as in that moment where Forrest Gump just stops running, I stopped. I was tired. I think it was time. I picked up my ipad and started drawing. I grabbed my SLR Camera that I refer to as Beatrice and started taking photos again. Not photos that could be instantly shared, but photos that I may never share. Trees, flowers, shadows. I started making art. The time I had spent consuming could now be spent creating. And it’s opening new doors inside my mind. I know that sounds cheesy, but how many times do we need reminders that sometimes, we just need to make time to make things. Creative time is like a nice wash for the soul. And there is no place where that is needed more than in education.
The apps on my phone were the first to go. Followed by regular Twitter use. I stopped photographing everything around me for quick shares and cut back on consuming blog posts, reads, and tweets. I experienced a sort of radio silence. Stillness. Deafening at times, awakening moments at others. Until you are alone in your own thoughts, you might just not really rely on them.
I just can’t learn if I am constantly broadcasting. I also know that for me, reflection takes time. It has to soak in like a slow drip on a root. Social media is a firehose at times, and sometimes a little sip here and there are just what I need.
I’m just kind of done with broadcasting and want to know that I’ve found a sense of balance. One where I listen more than I tweet. One where I weigh in my experiences with others’ experiences and think critically about where our kids are heading and how to best guide them. This life we are navigating is not an easy one. We have so much at our fingertips and with that great opportunity comes great responsibility and also a need to be fully aware.
If I had read this post two years ago, I wouldn’t have believed it was even my own words. I have met some great and best friends through connections at conferences and social media. But those great friends are in my phone and in my heart whether I have an app installed or not. That’s how I know things are evolving. The people who were there for me when I needed them are still there for me now.
So if you don’t see me on Twitter, I might just be enjoying a slow read of a good book on a quiet afternoon. Photographing a dandelion in the wind. Having a conversation with a kid about his learning. Enjoying a good collaboration with the colleagues next door. Or taking a nap on the couch with my dog.
So I suppose this is not really the ‘fall” of a PLN. It’s just changed. Still connected, still learning, still finding the way that works for me. And creating along the way.
Harvey swept across Texas and Louisiana in a literal whirlwind, and stayed. For so many days people watched water creep it’s way into their homes, the homes of their neighbors, family and friends. Communities shut down. People kept in touch with each other via various technological devices. Rescues via boat, helicopter, and open arms were bigger than the storm. For days, and honestly, I can’t really even tell you how many, I watched Coast Guard and Navy helicopters fly across our back yard, knowing what they meant. Someone else was in trouble and help was on the way. With every single chopper, I’d think the same thing, “Please let them be okay, too.”
I don’t know if you could be in the city and not have been changed, forever, by the events that unfolded. Whether you were directly affected by the winds, the floods, or the storms that continued, or indirectly affected as the experienced the knowledge of people you love being torn from their homes by rising waters. Either way, Harvey’s presence isn’t one that will soon, if ever, be forgotten.
It’s what has happened after Harvey that will also stay with me forever. The outpouring of love, literally flooding the city with kindness, and literally coming over the people of Houston like a wave of absolute support. It’s THAT which I will forever marvel at.
I honestly couldn’t wait to return to school. Maybe it was for the normalcy it would provide. Maybe it was to see colleagues I’d been incredibly worried about. Maybe it was to hug the kids in our community. Probably all of those things. But the week we returned, I walked into a classroom and a student hugged me and said, “Was your home okay?” I nodded, “Yours?” and she nodded. And we both smiled at each other. It was a hello smile, a happy to see you smile, an “I’m so glad you are okay,” smile. It was empathy, deep and alive. It honestly makes tears form in my eyes when I think about it. For we all know too well here, there are so many who are not okay just yet. They are grateful to be alive, grateful to have each other, and at the same time– hard at work to rebuild their lives. Normal will never be the same, but Houston will reach a “new normal” as we all try to figure out what that looks like and for those of us who still have a bit of normal, we’ll work hard to help others find theirs.
For me, every single moment now feels bigger. I honestly though they already were as big as possible. You cannot work with children and fail realize the size of each moment. Kids have a way of reminding us. Relationships in education are everything. I know that. I knew that. We all know that. I now know it on a level I can’t truly describe. Every conversation with a kid, every talk with a colleague, every little bit of every single day. Because in those little tiny, itty bitty bits of life we can find the biggest, most gigantic amounts of good. Ginormous good. If there were a rating scale for good, this kind is beyond Category 5. Off the charts.
I suppose, after all this, I’ve learned, or been reminded deeply, of something. It’s those times in our lives that are the worst, hardest, and most difficult… the storms… that change us. For it’s those same stories that end with some sort of good, some raw unfiltered joy that lands there. The only way I can even describe it are the words of the brilliant Leonard Cohen, “There is a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in.” Harvey may have left a crack in the city of Houston, but nobody was prepared for the light that would flow in.