Today, I let myself dive back into my quilting. These afternoons are precious to me- I focus, close out the world, and create. It was wonderful, creating the next square in my color harmony quilt. I cut, sewed, pressed, arranged. And when I was finished…I realized I had made a mistake.
There was no way to simply move it around and fix it. I had sewn the pieces incorrectly. I would have to take many seams out to correct my mistake.
In that moment, I understood the frustrations of a particular student in my class.
He is working on his All About book. He is a confident reader and writer, who breezed through the research process. As we started completing the graphic organizers, he got off track. But he didn’t realize it until he had completed his task. Now he is faced with going back to fix his mistakes, and he is resistant.
Who knew that an afternoon of creation and frustration in my own life would remind me of the struggles my students face? Certainly not me. But when I see him Monday morning, I will be reminded to be kind with him.
Because fixing mistakes, whether great or small, is frustrating.