A Children’s Teacher Lesson: The Meanings of Summer


Our feelings of excitement and anticipation grew as the first day of June approached. Then all of a sudden it happened. Now we weren’t so sure. June has arrived. It was a beautiful time with the world around us turning green, the sun shining on our faces during recess as we threw our coats aside, and the joy of playing with spring toys at recess took over. the top. Basketballs, skipping ropes, sidewalk chalk and soccer balls that had gathered dust during the winter months became a welcome sight. Dandelions filled our field, turning it into a sea of ​​pure gold.

However, a sense of sadness crept into the classroom every year at this time. Nothing has changed, year after year. I did my best to avoid this little cloud hanging over us with silly stories and fun games. Even tap dancing to entertain the kids didn’t change anything. A day or two into this amazing month, the realization that we were going to say goodbye as a class family took over. Of course, we still saw each other every day, but we knew it would be different.

Finally, a year into teaching third grade (what took me so long?) an idea took shape. The children loved to write and put their own thoughts on paper. The teachers before me in kindergarten, first grade and second grade had taught them well. They were fine writers. With that in mind, I explained a writing assignment to the kids. They didn’t know the reason, but loved the idea. He was in no rush to finish the writing. Some children finished the first day, others took longer.

First, we discussed our five senses. Then, without giving them any ideas, they had to write about the month of June in relation to their senses. It worked! June is back as it should be, with all the magic and glory she deserved! I sent the beautiful writings home with them. However, I copied each one for myself. I bound them into a book and reading it gives me pause even today. (Proud professor, here!) I chose, at random, among their writings just for you. Enjoy!

June, I can feel your soft, green grass tickling my toes.

June, I taste your bright red strawberries.

June, I see your flowing orange, black and white butterflies.

June, I hear your dogs barking in the yard.

June, I feel your love and care.

June, I taste your creamy sap.

June, I see your trees shaking.

June, I smell your sweet white dandelions.

June, I feel your beautiful flowers dancing in the breeze.

June, I’m tasting your marshmallows roasted over a campfire.

June, I see your seagulls flying in the sky.

June, I feel your warm yellow sun beating on my neck.

June, I smell your fresh air.

June, I hear your lawnmowers mowing the grass.

June, I taste your delicious apple pies.

June, I feel your rain falling on me.

June, I see your tulips growing in the tall green grass.

June, I taste your ripe raspberries.

June, I hear your woodpeckers pecking.

June, I feel your love in the air.

June, I taste your sweetness on me.

June, I see your fuzzy caterpillars.

June, I feel your sweet little bunnies hopping around in the garden.

June, I smell your elegant flowers.

June, I’m tasting your salt water.

June, I smell the nectar of your bright red, orange, yellow and purple flowers.

June, I smell your hot sand.

June, I see your shining sun and your twinkling stars.

June, I hear your tornado warnings.

June, I feel your wind blowing.

June, I taste your soft, fuzzy peaches.

June, I see your beautiful face.

June, I smell your pines.

June, I hear your lovely birds chirping.

June, I’m tasting your corn on the cob.

June, I hear your buzz of bees.

June, I see your wet blue waves washing up on the shore.

June, I hear your voice say, “I love you.”

On our last day of school, we were able to say goodbye peacefully with warm hugs, just a few tears, lots of laughter… and still tap dancing! These students taught me a lot!

Sharon Capriccioso taught at Blessed Sacrament School for over 20 years. Here she writes about the lessons learned from her students. His lessons will appear the fourth weekend of each month in the Opinion section.


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