“Will they like my book?”
“Will I find words to convey what a community is?”
“Are my tips for bullying prevention good enough?
“Do I have the physical strength to do this?”
“Will my hair get in my mouth while I’m speaking?”
The numerous questions of doubt mixed in with my emotions could have been a disaster, however, when I walked out of the hotel, I was met with sunshine. Glorious wonderful morning sunshine. I am thankful I saw it.
Sunshine. Clear blue sky. Temperate for NY the end of February. Imaginative spray-painted cyclone fence. Morning traffic. Scaffolding. Rooftop views. Circling airplanes. Still cranes. Muted tones. Brown Brick. Intricate architecture. Bridges. Barren trees. Grey. Water towers. And then . . . water. Statue of Liberty. Shipyards. Playgrounds. Film Crew. Church steeples. Red Hook. Community.
So how did it go?
I had four different presentations. Each time I began to feel my feet beneath my body holding me up, carrying me forward. I sat on the ground with them. I high-fived them. I listened. I think that’s one of the most important things we can do as adults. Listen. Give them the respect and time they need to communicate. The words may come out slowly, or stuttered, or confused, or they may come out clear as a bell.