There are a few things I hope my third graders always remember when they leave my classroom in June. First, that reading, writing, poetry and art can bring you great happiness. Second, that learning is hard – and it should be or you’ll never make your brain grow. And, third, that you create your own reality. (And, that I loved them dearly.)
Attitude is such an important part of life. What we think is what we will most likely see. My kids have heard me say it so many times, I now am hearing them parrot it to me when I need my own attitude shift.
Rainy Mondays are perfect for examining your attitudes.
I shared the following poems with my third graders today. We talked about what we noticed, felt, and what the author might want us to think. Then, we compared and contrasted. I asked my kids which poem was them today. The hands were split-half and half.
More teaching about how our minds work happened. We talked about how if we expect to have a bad day, we probably will, because our minds are prepped to notice all the bad things that happen, bypassing any goodness that comes our way. After our conversation, I took another show of hands to see if anyone changed their minds about which poem they want to guide them today. Of course, many switched teams over to the Happy Monday side.
Why would anyone WANT to create a their own gloomy day?
Happy Monday By Joy Acey
Lying in bed just after dawn the sleep of night is suddenly gone. I'm listening to doves cooing away as I lie here and think of the coming day. Monday is the start of this new week. There's lots to do and lots to seek. I'm making my list of things to get done. I'm counting blessings for lots of fun. I hope whatever you have to do this will be a great week for you.
I was happy this morning, as I woke up in bed,
Then realized it was Monday and I faced the day with dread,
For somehow, whatever comes my way, my temper is displayed,
Just mentioning ‘it’s Monday’, my nerves, they become frayed.
The day will be just a ‘ write off’, it’s no good me trying to do
Any sort of reasonable job, things won’t go right. It’s true!
It’s like a ‘cloud’ which hangs around and never let’s you be,
Whatever I attempt to do, disaster follows me.
If I could sleep through Mondays, then that would be just bliss!
Then Mondays wouldn’t have happened, I’d have given them a miss!
© Ernestine Northover