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Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Kindergarten...back to school...and the gifts of God...


Jansen started kindergarten yesterday. Hard to believe. He was ready. Mackenzie in 3rd grade. Hollyn not wanting to be left behind.

I went back on Monday. I picked up the vaguely familiar teaching role and quickly eased back into its comfortable fit. It is great to be back in the classroom, to look out at the anxious faces awaiting their cue, ready to play their part (some more ready than others).




















September, the First Day of School
Howard Nemerov

I
My child and I hold hands on the way to school,
And when I leave him at the first-grade door
He cries a little but is brave; he does
Let go. My selfish tears remind me how
I cried before that door a life ago.
I may have had a hard time letting go.

Each fall the children must endure together
What every child also endures alone:
Learning the alphabet, the integers,
Three dozen bits and pieces of a stuff
So arbitrary, so peremptory,
That worlds invisible and visible

Bow down before it, as in Joseph's dream
The sheaves bowed down and then the stars bowed down
Before the dreaming of a little boy.
That dream got him such hatred of his brothers
As cost the greater part of life to mend,
And yet great kindness came of it in the end.

II
A school is where they grind the grain of thought,
And grind the children who must mind the thought.
It may be those two grindlings are but one,
As from the alphabet come Shakespeare's plays,
As from the integers comes Euler's Law,
As from the whole, inseparably, the lives,

The shrunken lives that have not been set free
By law or by poetic phantasy.
But may they be. My child has disappeared
Behind the schoolroom door. And should I live
To see his coming forth, a life away,
I know my hope, but do not know its form

Nor hope to know it. May the fathers he finds
Among his teachers have a care of him
More than his father could. How that will look
I do not know, I do not need to know.
Even our tears belong to ritual.
But may great kindness come of it in the end.

3 Comments:

  • At 12:14 AM , Blogger Ted M. Gossard said...

    Brian,
    You are blessed! And blessings on your teaching!

     
  • At 6:38 AM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

    Brian, great pictures! Your family is dear to our church family. Have a good school year. Jim

     
  • At 1:31 PM , Blogger Brian Miller said...

    Ted and Jim,
    Thanks for you kind words of blessing.

     

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