“I’m glad I asked.”

For a teacher there is a certain satisfaction in the question asked. It conjures our craft. It is a spoken spell that animates action. It breathes into our being. And from it, we rise.

Yesterday, one of my self-paced kiddos asked a question that in the end saved her some unnecessary work. It would not have been too much, and it certainly would have done no harm, but it wasn’t necessary. And while I am glad that our interaction saved her some labor, I am more glad that we reached an early milestone of understanding in our shared journey: the power of the question.

In my experience as a teacher, it is the question that gives meaning to the serve and support aspect of teaching. If teaching is responding, then questions are necessary. Our learners have to ask questions. But, also in my experience, I have found that kids don’t ask enough questions–for various reasons. And so, without, my ability to serve and support is diminished. So, I seek the question. I invite it–enthusiastically.

And this year at a distance, I have asked for the “ask” more earnestly than ever. It is so hard to know when the screen separates. I need to know. I need them to ask questions.

Yesterday wasn’t about saving a young lady some extra effort. It was about elevating and substantiating the power and purpose of the question. She asked. I responded. We built trust. I trust that she will now ask when she needs help. And she, I believe, will trust that I will respond, that I will honor our agreement,

“Let’s agree that it’s always best to ask”

Always ask so I may always answer. I can live into that.

Happy Tuesday, all. Stay safe and sane.

Do. Reflect. Do Better.